Author: There is a sunny day in the blue sea (Du Jianrong).
Ice and snow, window grilles.
Firecrackers, couplets.
Before you know it, another year is going to pass.
The New Year is fast approaching.
Change from the side.
You can feel it
It's coming its way to you.
A big red lantern in front of the business.
and festive couplets on the lintel.
Let's frown for a year.
And gradually unfolded.
Oh, yes! It's New Year's Day again.
We're finally. You can stop a busy year.
Quietly enjoy the scenery along the street.
Children frolicking in front of their eyes.
It brings out the infinite emotion in our hearts.
Not long since. We are just like them.
I don't know what it's like to be young.
Just because it has not yet arrived, it is not confused.
The contour of the present years
It's crawling all over our foreheads.
We can only be from their backs.
It's time to find out what you were back then.
Years are a kind of years.
Inadvertently urging us to grow.
We grew up with its visits year after year.
We left our youth and ignorance on campus.
The curve of life is left in our experience.
It's like a time traveler.
Faithfully record our bits and pieces.
We cry, we laugh.
We wanted to throw all our unhappiness at it.
Throw all the negative to it.
We look forward to our surroundings.
Leave only good and happiness.
Songs and laughter.
But it's indiscriminate.
Took everything with them.
Leaving only shattered memories all over the ground.
Let's sigh in the wind.
Years are a kind of years.
When looking at our elderly mothers.
When cutting the window grilles with trembling hands.
Do we. Can you remember what she looked like when she was younger?
When the wanderer who left home returned to his hometown.
Do we. Can we remember what our deceased loved ones looked like?
When your children and grandchildren are full.
Do you remember it again.
That once made you unforgettable.
Someone who swore to wait a lifetime?
Do you remember.
Who is in your most helpless time.
Yelling at you to get you back on your feet?
These - years, all after compressing them.
Sealed in the depths of our hearts.
It takes away our years.
What remains is our memories.
Our perception of the year.
From childhood favorites.
to the indifference of youth.
To this day's feelings.
Isn't it the gift of the year? years of willingness.
Now, another year
It's coming. Let's dust off the past.
Greet it with a sense of relief!
Happy New Year to all.
There are sunny days in the blue sea.
Written on January 8, 2024.