Hello dear! At this moment, I am like standing at the end of the twelfth lunar month, holding the fragrance of time, and stepping into the last mile of our life journey.
But don't worry about me, because every step forward means that we are about to usher in a new beginning; And when we stop, it also means that we have to say goodbye to the past and cherish this hard-won time with our hearts.
This is like a poem that says, "On the inkstone of time, there are engraved lines of poetry that we met, as well as the unforgettable parting death." ”
However, this is life! Full of laughter and tears, every step is so deep, but it contains vitality. So, let's hold hands tightly and move forward with full emotion and anticipation!
In this season, we say goodbye to last year and welcome the new year with excitement. Isn't that wonderful, you see?
So, my dear, let's go on firmly, meet the challenges of the future, and draw our own wonderful picture together!
Layue, guarding the affection of the heart, the red and hazy years, there is always some moving to wake up in the afternoon, and there is always a lovesickness broken silently. The snow falls, the flowers bloom, and the moonlight in a window admires the passing years.
The wax moon is the belonging of the year, the sealing of the past, as if all the unsatisfactory has been sealed here, all the hopes, and the New Year. There is a wax moon every year, and every year there is a wax moon.
There is little hair in front of the mirror, and when the years go by, I look at the two sideburns and the moon breaks through the clouds, and I add white hair to write poetry. The courtyard is deep and the wind does not move, and the branches and flowers beside the path are thick.
If it is a flower, it will be fragrant, and if it is a moon, there will be a shadow, leaving a blank page of poetry for the red plum branches. A red sentence, a white sentence, love is moving.
Dear,
With the slight ripple of the river of time, we have experienced growth, prosperity and withering together, but love is always like a warm sun, shining on each other's life paths.
Every bloom is the birth of hope, and every fall symbolizes the cycle and rebirth of life. Every moment, every tear, I want to share with you, because with your company, time has meaning.
Sometimes I look at the lights on the street and think of the quiet but strong longing in my heart. In this bustling city, I would like to lean alone in front of the window with you, waiting for the snow to fall on a winter night.
At that time, we will slowly immerse ourselves in the tranquility of the years and feel those small and beautiful moments in life. The world may be noisy and crowded, but only the hearts of the two of us can always find the most comfortable and peaceful corner.
The New Year is coming, let's set off fireworks together to welcome the endless sparkle and joy! Let those old things that once plagued us be like withered petals, turning into dust and smoke and dissipating with the wind on the occasion of the New Year.
Now, let us welcome a new beginning with joy and enjoy this moment of happiness that belongs to us.
May our love be like the flowers of youth, blooming warmly and unrestrained; May our love be like a fiery red cloud, never fade. In the long river of years, no matter how wind and waves blow, we can't extinguish our feelings. Let us spend this life hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, across time and space.
Love you, xx February** Dynamic Incentive Plan