Wen Zhenxi
The years have been warm, the cold winter season is always over, the spring has a return period, and the cold welcomes the spring.
The world is cold, the end of the year is approaching, and it is another ice and snow.
During the New Year's holidays, you must go through the great cold, a season of reincarnation, and you can't understand the changes in the years.
The spring of the world returns, say goodbye to the sentimentality of the past, shake the dust on your body, pat your shoulder, bring the joy of the world, and set off for the reunion in the years.
Reunion is the concern in the hearts of the world; Reunion is the expectation of the hearts of the world. A bright moon is the journey that countless wanderers look forward to returning, and it is the original intention of the bright moon at the end of the world.
Reunion is a warm harbor with thousands of lights, and it is the heart in the hometown and the thoughts outside the body.
Even if the wind and snow are very strong, even if it is bitterly cold, it can't stop a heart from going home.
The journey of thousands of miles, stepping on the deep snow in the world, burying the haggard of the world. It's just that the fiery heart has never been let go or extinguished.
Because in front of the door of my hometown, there is the waiting of relatives, the laughter of joy, and the joy in my heart.
Reunion lights up the stars and lights up the road in the middle of the night. Since then, our life path is no longer lonely, but has a warmth and tenderness.
Drunk and lying in the world of mercy, a heart lamp in the dusk, always at the intersection of light.
Sing a poem of the ancients, drink a pot of wine brewed for thousands of years, just wait for the night to return, just wait for the lovesick old people's hearts.
Rolling red dust is the long-cherished wish of countless people in the hearts of the world, and when the cold air cools people's hearts, they stay alone in front of the window and miss the warm sun in their hearts.
In the dull years, it is the lightness of tenderness like water, chasing the wind in the past, and counting the years.
When we meet again in the world, warm up around the fireplace, a cup of tea, warm three winters, a pot of wine, and wear love.
Reunion is a game of life, erased is the memory, erased is the years, I don't know the passers-by rushed the time, I don't know the passers-by rushed the time.
When can we get together here, and when can we reunite with the vows we once made.
It's just that this road has been far-reaching, and the road from my hometown is getting farther and farther, and the moment I look back, since then the mountains and rivers are across the bank, and the lovesickness has reached the extreme.
The return of the new year is bright. Perhaps the most beautiful encounter in the world is reunion; Perhaps the most beautiful memory in the world is the way home.
In the past, I wished, that all the upheavals had a home, and that all the years would not be disappointed.
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