Dear Seventeen.
Time flies, the New Year is approaching, and I wish you all the best.
It is often said that happiness lies in the process of expectation, not in the coming of the result. The excitement and jubilation of the New Year will gradually return to dullness in the precipitation of the years, and life will repeat the trajectory of last year. However, in this New Year's atmosphere, we can still feel peace and happiness, as if we are in a grand and lively dream.
The lights of thousands of homes are dazzling, and the blessings warm people's hearts. Fireworks bloom in the night sky, illuminating our ideals, as well as hopes and expectations in ordinary days. Dear Seventeen, no matter how the years change, spring will always come as scheduled, and the expectation of life will never be absent.
On Chinese New Year's Eve, although we were thousands of miles apart, the company on the mobile phone screen made us feel each other's warmth. When the clock rings at zero o'clock, full of love and concern blooms in the sky with the rise of fireworks, through thousands of rivers and mountains, and arrives at you. You are smiling brightly on the other side of the screen, as if the festivity and excitement at this moment have eliminated the distance between us. The happy New Year you said to me, although it was hazy and drowned in the sea of people by the dust of the fireworks, but with the spring breeze, it will always float to my side, let me hear your gentle voice: We still have year after year.
Taking advantage of the festive atmosphere of the Spring Festival, I went to a temple on a nearby hill to pray for blessings. The incense in the temple is flourishing, the Sanskrit sound is melodious, and all living beings pray for happiness from suffering. The warm light of incense and the earthly atmosphere are intertwined, making people feel a sense of tranquility and solemnity. In the flickering of the candle flame, the gods seem to be listening to the prayers of all beings, compassionate and detached, guarding the peace and tranquility of this world.
In such an environment, I can feel peace and peace in my heart, and I am no longer troubled by the complexity of life. The days may pass in a hurry, but the memories will never disappear. The past that once scared us and did not dare to mention it has also been buried by the passage of time. I believe that when we meet again, you will see in my eyes an unprecedented kind of open-mindedness and calmness.
Dear Seventeen, the weather in the south is gradually getting warmer, and the message I sent you has received a timely response. The willow trees on the side of the road quietly sprouted, and everything looked so beautiful. I want to tell you that no matter where you are, I will silently bless you and wish you all the best. May the long wind continue to send you the freshness of cold frost, and the colorful butterflies will bring you the peace and hope of spring. May we look forward to a better future together.