When the first rays of the new year's sun shine through the cracks in the curtains and dappled on the old wooden table, the bottle of wine lying in the corner seems to be awakened. The label on its body records a piece of the past, and the deep liquid inside the bottle seals the memories of the years. I gently picked up the bottle and felt its cold texture, as if I could touch the veins of time.
One day begins this year, and a year ago is empty. This ancient poem whispered in my heart. Yes, the new year has begun, and the laughter and tears, gains and losses of the past are like the wine in this bottle, which has experienced the precipitation and brewing of time, and has become mellow and deep. I opened the cap and the smell of wine came to my nose, the aroma of time, with a touch of sadness and infinite memories.
I tilt the glass and let the wine pour slowly. The sunlight shines through the walls of the cup, reflecting a red halo, as if the ripples of time ripple on the water. I gently raise my glass to salute the past year and also to the upcoming New Year. This glass of wine is not only a witness of time, but also a sustenance of the soul.
At the beginning of the new year, I would like to drink this bottle of wine, let its sweetness nourish my heart, and let its story enlighten my soul. We savor the past together, look forward to the future, and feel the flow and reincarnation of life.