2024 All things are harmonious
Wen Zhenxi
Holding the gentle hand of the years, say goodbye to the last dawn, farewell to the last season of flowers, and farewell to the last world.
Turn over the memories of yesterday and write a new chapter.
Let all the prologues pull down the peak of perseverance, and let all the guards step through the years.
Wearing a hat, looking at the snow of the four seas. Choose two or two warm wines, intoxicating the world.
The past is breezy, happy, all over the world, warm, graceful life, keep, four seasons of spring and autumn, peace, mercy in the world.
This life is very short, too late to look back at the past, too late to read thousands of books of poetry;
The affection in this life is very long, long to the long stream of fine water, long to the life and life in the thoughts, long to a round of bright moon and empty loneliness, and long to the point that things are people and everything.
Xu Yi's time passed by at his fingertips. Whose affection touches the heart, whose lovesickness loves the world.
In the thin and cold world, I can't read your Bingling's words, and if you can't finish reading it, it's your muttering heart.
How many people's lives hide the bitterness in their hearts and cover the scars.
How many people are telling the sun of dawn, and how many people are guarding a heart lamp in the middle of the night.
When can we meet, when can we reunite, and when can we forget the loneliness of the years?
The west wind can't blow the snow in the north, chant a poem of the ancients, stretch a lifetime of talent, and fragrance the world.
If you wish for a carnival, find a few old friends and gather here.
Talk about the past and the present, read the long flow of time, see the wind and clouds, and taste the flavor of life.
Resigned from the railing and was drunk for half a life, the floating light and dark shadows disturbed the years, and the false name of this half of his life has long disappeared.
Watch the flowers bloom and fall with the wind, and watch the clouds sparse and finally dissipate.
When the sun sets, a romance is the past year, accompanied by friends at the wine table. When is the wind and snow, the two will stay together, and this life will live up to the white head.
The crescent moon bamboo window is half joyful, half drunk.
When the moonlight is drunk and the stars dim the world, may we let go of the obsession in our hearts and let go of the loneliness in the world.
Life ripples, this life's piety, I don't know how long it has been brewing in the wine glass, before you can see a ray of light, and you can precipitate a time.
Make your thoughts into a cocoon, crumple the years into pieces, let all the sadness pull down the peak of attachment, let all the fantasies pull down the peak of arrogance.
Whatever you ask is what you want, may the world be merciful, be gentle, the stars will be bright, and there will be no regrets in this life.
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