Tonight, thousands of families are reunited, and the world is at this time. The bright lights illuminate the dark night sky, and with blessings for the new year, they hastily wave goodbye to the Year of the Horse. I wandered through the last days of the Year of the Horse, raising my head and counting the stars.
"One."
The night sky is as ethereal as water washing, and the dark background gives infinite romantic reverie. There is no graceful Milky Way in the huge sky, no bright moon, no lonely star. The morning star, hanging high in the night sky, is enough to light up New Year's Eve.
This night is so quiet, the scattered mountains in the distance gradually become blurry and mysterious, the spring breeze blows through a few wisps of clouds, darkly surging in the sky, and also ruffles my hair. The sky is silent and I feel lonely. A person walks between red lanterns and white snowflakes on the night of family reunion. Even though there is no moon. But the light is enough to illuminate the night sky. I no longer want to enjoy this inexplicable loneliness. I hear the call in the middle of the night, calling every wanderer to go home for the New Year. I heard my mother's kind words again, which were the call of home, calling every wanderer affectionately to go home for the New Year.
I’m home, my home is very warm.
The New Year’s bell is ringing. We bid farewell to a wonderful time again. When will the rivers and rivers reach the sea and return to the west? Time is rushing forward like a tide. We are not ready to say goodbye to the past. Before we have time to wave our hands, we have missed it. It’s another night to say goodbye. Put away your tears and don’t look back. Have you seen the rocks in the distance? That is your next end point and the next starting point. We should not feel sad about passing by our house and not cherishing the scenery on the roadside. Look forward, look forward, the beautiful scenery is in front and sometimes behind you, not in the past but in memory.
It’s the New Year, be happy, don’t be sad about the passing time, say to the world: "Happy New Year" and tell the ancestors about the yearning for the new year.
Listen to the firecrackers going off again, the fireworks streaked through the dark air, and their long neighing echoed through the night sky, drawing gorgeous arcs in the sky, forming a colorful Milky Way. Ancestors, have you seen the beauty in this firelight? We are talking about a peaceful and prosperous age and a happy life. The sound of firecrackers one after another makes this night really no longer quiet. The flavor of the New Year floats out, happiness and reunion, and the fragrance of the New Year's Eve dinner fills the air and permeates the whole world.
The social fire started again, and the flames jumping up and down illuminated everyone's smile, lit up the light in everyone's heart, and illuminated our way forward. We use the purest thing in the world - flame to communicate with the gods. The smile when paper falls into the sea of ??fire and turns into flames is the smile left to us by our ancestors. Ancestors, do you hear the descendants singing the beating notes of a better life? You heard you tell me that the wind blew through the social fire, and the sparks jumped from the flames like countless fireflies. It turns into a wonderful light and shadow, giving people countless reveries. The sparks turned into black ashes and fell on the earth. They will eventually fall back to the earth. They are gifts from our ancestors and children of the earth.
The sound of firecrackers slowly subsided, and I stood alone in the quiet night, thinking about whether there are gods in this world. I believe that in every blackness there is a deity, a soul watching.
Because this black night is really gorgeous. Black also has a charming brilliance, which is the dancing soul of the ancestors.