The early spring festival is full of joy. The moon is round on the night of Lantern Festival. The emptiness of the sky and the tears flowing in the river of memory, the spring wind was still there that night, and the striking words were vivid. I told myself to endure the sadness of parting. The traces left would be erased by time. The years passed away mercilessly, the memories of dust were scattered, the eyes were blurred, and the wounds you penetrated were dimly seen in the dim. Now the open heart has been locked tightly. Can you open your blindfolded eyes to see the history of the years? In this lonely wandering night, enjoying the pain of loneliness, dim night to see the shadow of your promises at that time, with the West Wind dissipated that year Huangsha overwhelms my heart with hidden scars and pains... Afraid to see, the road ahead is too long to throw away your memory, the years are too long to remember your face, the long road of life, full of your name, memory fragments scattered on each side of the world and the corners of the world, all pieced together is art, north and South are not words, but destiny, look back, it is time for success and fame, reunion, it is the destiny of fragrant grass! Your painful bosom is not the scar I pierced, but the long gor of time, the spear of time, the bloody poems I personally mentioned, which have let out memories, expressed sadness, left eternal scars, the windows of memories are locked, your brows are wrinkled for a long time, the journey of literature and art is long, long and lonely. Happiness and happiness are relatively weak. The paradise of words contains rich emotions. The road of art breeds infinite bitterness. Whether it succeeds or fails, you create more value than your peers. Your efforts are more than two or three times as much, and your infinite harvest will be more! The goal you write down will be the infinite motive force for your progress, the future you dream of will be the spiritual pillar of your struggle, and the happiness you unremittingly pursue will surely become a dish of Chinese food! To ~ ~
2019-02-15
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