Moshang

The Wings of Time just shook gently in the Time Tunnel, and the end of the year was already the end. It was too late to recall and think about it. The sound of running hoof in the year of sheep had echoed in my ears. The beauty of life lies in that people live in the world. Being alive is wonderful. Only a living soul can activate the nerve of life, move the weight wheel of life, and be vivid. Only in life can there be songs of joy, love, sorrow and dullness, can we completely interpret all the connotations of life. On the street, the running steps are in a hurry. The wind is bleak, the winter is lunar December, the frost and snow are cold, and at the end of the season, the warmth wrapped in my heart is warm. Holding the setting sun at the end of the year, the Spring Festival lingered nearby. Although the wind, Frost and sword are raging, in the world, warm and charming stories are staged everywhere, and songs of the right path are rising everywhere. The annual late age involves the long inheritance of the Chinese nation, the admiration of yellow skin and black hair, and the solemn and solemn worship of thousands of Chinese descendants. Not only ourselves, but also the Chinese living on the whole Earth, are rushing for the coming of this festival, singing and shouting. Spring Festival, a Spring Festival, is not only the end of a year, but also the reincarnation of a year. It not only sent away the ups and downs of the year, but also welcomed the high expectations of the new year. How many helplessness, how many forbearance, how many misfortunes, how many sorrows, are buried with the past years. How much hope, how much hope, how much persistence, how much love, build a sweet dream of the new year. Deep in the world, the wind is also quiet. I am in love with the kindness of life and chewing the sense of life. I hang the mediocre end of the year by the door. Looking at the busy neighborhood preparing for the new year, listening to the inquiries made for the end of the year, looking at the peace and prosperity in the deep part of life, I deeply bless the warm world. Suddenly, I found that the floating clouds at the end of the year were also laughing for the beauty of the world. The laughter was so pure, so sweet, and so happy, passing through the high sky affectionately. Maybe the Sun was also infected, and suddenly it came out quietly, expressing its affection deeply towards the Earth, the heart and the general public of the mortal fireworks. The white light is so warm, which makes people mistake that spring has come ahead of time. At the end of the year, Yuan Ye seemed to be rejoicing and singing for such happiness. Without the Depression, decline, decadence and coldness of winter. What I see is happiness, happiness, poetic and emotional heart. I didn’t know where the biting cold wind went. In the warm embrace of sunshine, love was so sweet and soft, and the wind was also so quiet. Firecrackers in-year-old in addition, spring breeze gifts into Tusu. On the pupil day of thousands of households, new peaches are always replaced with old symbols. In a few days, the Spring Festival is coming. With the sound of firecrackers, the old age will be removed, and the past year will be passed gently. I am thinking about the passing away, recalling the past events in my life. That feeling, that kind of memory, that kind of emotion that I don’t know how to express, deeply oppresses my eyes, unconsciously, tears of exclamation gently flow out of my eyes …… cherish the past and show new life, embrace the sunrise. Melting time in the river, happy smile and welcome the light. Warm in the world, beautiful scenery everywhere. Look, walking in a hurry. Listen, the wind is quiet. Pastoral/love. QQ:2657945175. Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) snow in spring

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