Original text: Tugna Ritu Network (invaded and deleted).
The old year is over, and the new year is back today. "The white horse passes, time passes, winter goes to spring, and in the blink of an eye it is a new beginning.
The beginning of spring is the first of the 24 solar terms. There is a cloud in the ancient book "Qunfang Spectrum": "Stand, start to build." Spring begins to build also. βγIts arrival means that it has officially entered spring.
The snow is too late in spring, so it wears the garden trees as flying flowers. β
On the eve of the beginning of spring, where time falls on the pen, snowflakes are sprinkled, plain tulle, depicting all things colorful. This time, the snow fell on the city, affectionate greetings, staring and waiting.
There is a vast space between heaven and earth, quietly feeling the elegance and shock. The graceful snowflakes, full of plain white muttering deep affection for time, caressing their eyebrows, and falling on their shoulders.
Thousands of red dust, nourished in the snow. The grand snow, overturning all the noise, close your eyes and listen to the sounds of the sky. The snow falls into a poem, opening the window of the heart, bidding farewell to the cold winter and ushering in a new life.
Outside the window, there is a round of moon-white light hanging in the white sky, looming, hiding the former light, dancing with the spring snow, letting the Zen be impregnated, and contemplating the tenderness of spring.
Listen to the wind at dusk, expect the cold spring, and everything quietly wakes up in season. Bo spring is light, the morning light is faint, at the invitation of the snow, I will go to spring with you.
The east wind blew through the snow on the top of the plum, and the yellow petals smiled beautifully. The branches of the trees bring in new greenery and decorate the vitality of the willow trees. The spring flowers on the side of the road are clusters, clusters, covering each other, the layers are clear, and under the foil of snow, they are more and more moving.
Hibernate winter insects, sprout and wake up. The river ice melts slowly, and the fish are jubilant against the ice. Birds chirp, and the east wind is gentle. Everything is recovering, and the mountains are green.
The cold will be warm in spring, and the bitterness will be sweet. At the beginning of spring, it will usher in a different new life.
Hongchen Mo, looking back on the past 30 years of life, the prosperity of the world can't match the reality after all. Life is not as good as it should be, and there are more worries than joys.
At the end of the song, people are scattered, the years are faltering, chasing the dreams of youth, hiding every blooming spring.
Life is full of flavors, there are times of withering glory, and the scene of spring has ignited endless hope. It seems to be able to see "the distant mountains are like the sky and the water is blue, and the rain is blue and the grass is fragrant." β
Yes, life needs to be precipitated, endure the cold of the ice and snow, and temper a firm will, even if people have a long way to grow and are struggling. It can also offset all the bitterness because of the sweetness in the heart.
When it comes to the beginning of spring, no matter whether you get what you want this year or not, please remember to be born to the sun. If the heart is sunny, and there is light as far as the eye can see, you will not be afraid of the vicissitudes of life.
The snow falls into poetry, and we go to spring together. May everything you ask for, what you hope for, all the good things take effect from this moment and come as promised.