It was an overnight year
Written by Sun Shuheng.
I walked through spring, summer, autumn and winter, not to catch up with the sun or the moon, just for this night.
Who cares whether the moon on Chinese New Year's Eve is bent or round, but can't get around this cold wind, can't get around the ice and snow on the road, pass through the wind, and meet so many people passing by.
It's just that you don't have to cross thousands of rivers and mountains, you don't have to be hungry and thirsty, tired, sleepy, and go to the direction of your hometown day and night.
Looking at the blossoms of one tree after another on the road, I just thought that love was warm, and it illuminated my desolate body in an instant.
At this time, in a long-lost old song, taste the unforgettable hometown year.
On this night, it is the night of family reunion, there are always those who cannot be reunited, people are absent-minded, and reunion is a false proposition.
I am an open-minded person, and I am much happier for those who are embarrassed, confused and melancholy who cannot escape, and those who are in distress.
In this year is the final inventory, inventory of profit and loss, inventory of the sweetness of love, inventory of the color of the year's days, I want to take stock of the transformation of personal psychology after turning around, adapting to the changed life, is decadent or sublimation.
With this night as the boundary, the fame, bastards, and sorrows are brushed away, and dreams will not blossom.
Worship the heavens and the earth, give yourself space to grow, and nurture your own crops.
Worship your parents, give yourself life, those nothingness, humility, and hypocrisy don't worship, worship all these years, never see them straighten up.
The sound of firecrackers and the noise faded away.
The wealth and taste of food in the city are slowly fading.
The sound of New Year's greetings gradually decreased.
The red lantern was still waking, and the figures under the lamp were gradually decreasing.
I think the year is a mirror that has been slowly polished.
Truth, goodness and beauty can be known at a glance, far and near are clear, and the mountains and rivers can be seen in a subtle place.
Some don't need a lifetime, they are the most sensitive to personal changes, and they only need this year, whether they are there or not, they are all passers-by in the red dust.
Don't make a fuss, as long as you care about the people who care about you, sincerely and sincerely stretch in your heart, think about it, and realize that the shade is always appropriate, so that you will be full of confidence.
I feel more relaxed than I have ever been, there will always be some beautiful accidents, and I confidently embrace a new destiny.
Author's profile: Sun Shuheng, pen name Hengxin Yongzai, a native of Naiman Banner in Inner Mongolia. He is a member of the China Financial Writers Association, a member of the Chinese Essayists Association, a member of the Inner Mongolia Writers Association, a member of the Inner Mongolia Poetry Society, a member of the Western Essayists Association, and a member of the Inner Mongolia Popular Literature and Art Research Association).