February** Dynamic Incentive Program
Snowflakes fluttering.
Dissolve the layers of white mist.
It's so warm.
With a new, warm, vibrant bond.
If it is said. The spring breeze is an expression of longing
We're in this together.
It's the best time on earth.
So why not be afraid of a few clutches and joys.
It's warm and cold. In this fireworks.
Who hasn't looked forward to it in their hearts.
Go round and round. All that is sought is to go with the flow, joy, and peace.
Who can. Find a standard answer for this life.
You see, it's a new warm day.
Thousands of words turned into snowflakes.
It speaks of our present and past.
The wind, blowing through the cracks of the season.
Frost flowers freeze on the branches.
The rain looks so mysterious in the shadows of the deep lights.
The snow drifts like I chant your poems, but they are fragrant but warm.
Time is silent.
It has left a deep mark on the face.
Ask gently:
Whether the heart is still blooming like a spring flower, firm and peaceful.
If the wind and frost of the years are a heavy book.
Every page is filled with stories and realizations.
Then why not feel it with your heart.
When spread out at the fingertips, it is a testimony of this life.
Year after year.
Precipitation, touch, warmth, and coolness are all inadvertent.
Suddenly look back at those bits and pieces of the past.
Only to find that the wind, frost, rain and snow are all scenery, even though tears are sprinkled all over the sky.
Reminiscing about the lost youth.
But I don't know how to leave that gentle stroke.
I listened to the deep stream of water in samsara.
I can't put into words the resonance of meeting two souls.
Fireworks every year. Now we have a new spring.
How to say goodbye.
in order to write joys, sorrows and sorrows into this hot world.
There was a warmth like tender water.
Also at the top of the mood of anger.
So. I learned to be brave by crossing mountains and waters.
I was in the north looking at the misty Jiangnan.
Falling flowers. It's like lying on the clouds.
You know, there's a kind of expectation that looks through the eyes?
Time turns a thousand times.
Luckily, you're so blue in happiness.
I'm on the other side of the river of years.
Make a fulfillment with the warmest hugs.
I watched the beautiful fireworks bloom and fall.
Listen to the boiling fireworks of the world.
So, I wanted to write you a letter.
Write about the silence when I think of you.
From the gentleness of the sunrise to the full eyes of the stars.
Until the eyes are as vast as the sea.
Several degrees of spring and autumn. Walking side by side, not afraid of the ups and downs along the way.
Today, I would like to write you a letter.
With a pen of blue water, stroke by stroke.
Write the outline of the distant mountains and the flowers that bloom again.
Write about the deepest lovesickness, trivial life.
Write one. You can take apart the warmth and singing.