Five-nine-sixty-nine, look at the willows along the river. The snow has not disappeared, the willows have an appointment, the new year arrives, and spring comes early.
In the fifth and ninth season, the snow has not disappeared, but the sound of spring is approaching, along the riverside, the willow branches whisper, waiting for the good time. Those promises hidden under the silence of winter are the interweaving of the feelings of winter and spring, and the ardent expectation of willow leaves for the spring breeze, silent and persistent.
The snowflakes sway into the winter picture, and the willow branches are green, which is the poet's flowing poetry.
Life is conceived in the bitter cold, alternating with the seasons. Every bud in the cold winter contains new strength, like hope in the fireworks of the world, ready to move forward.
Five-nine-sixty-nine, winter goes to spring, and the laws of nature are constant, just like the ups and downs in the journey of life, cold and warm are intertwined. Friends, have you ever felt this secret pact of nature? Have you ever felt the vigorous power of the willow buds?
Five-nine solstice, the snow has not disappeared, the willow buds are yellow, and spring is quietly coming. May you have sunshine in your heart in this cold season, warm everywhere, and tenacity in your flowing clothes, and when spring returns to the earth, you will smile at the first rays of morning greetings.
The spring future is full of expectations. The New Year is approaching, the flavor of the year is getting stronger, when saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new, I wish you in the cycle of the seasons, winter is not cold, spring comes early, and a good New Year! Vibrant like spring willows, everything goes smoothly, and happiness is fulfilling!
Text丨 Moyan heartfelt words.
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