Ren; Moody is full of water. There are thousands of rivers and moons in the river, and Wan Li is alone. Listen to the footsteps of spring. Looking forward, waiting, calling for waiting.
The songs of the years are always perfect on this sad road of life. When the music is accompanied by carnival colors, it is free and full of youthful vitality.
The wind chimes of the years, inadvertently, sounded the good wishes of the newcomers. When sincere overnight, the calendar of years, there is still the last page, the new year has just opened the title page.
I don't know if you still miss yesterday's parting day, but the waves are still rough.
Years, like the wind, like poems, like picture books, like concerts, adorn life all the time.
The long road of life, seemingly long, actually only has three days: "Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow".