Meet the home of the soul
The key to words opens the heart.
Shorten the distance between people.
Heart to heart, heart to heart
Sow the seeds of gratitude in your heart.
Give sincere wishes
Give him to you.
The golden rooster crows at dawn. Snowflakes are dancing, which is a graceful dance to welcome the New Year. When the dawn of the new year comes, my thoughts put on wings and fly far away. Dear friends from afar, no matter how far apart we are, sincere wishes and thoughts will closely link us.
Standing at the window, looking up at the sky where snowflakes are flying, I have a lot of thoughts. I composed my long thoughts and blessings into a heartfelt movement, and played my prayers with blessings. Bless dear prose, dear friends, in the new year, may the prose be full of flowers, and may the editorial friends of the prose work hard silently, enjoy their work and have a happy family.
Dear prose, you are the garden of colorful literature, and you are the post station of the soul. We come from all corners of the country, have a * * * complex, love literature, and are destined to meet here. It is you who let the wandering souls seek knowledge in this harbor, find sustenance for the displaced feelings, vent their thoughts here and taste the ups and downs of life here. In this literary garden, we are immersed in poetry and romance, and the friendship of words allows us to meet and know each other, cherish each other and be sincere with each other. 20 1 1 will quietly leave in the cold winter, and 20 12 will suddenly come in the snow. Looking back on 20 1 1, I not only felt deeply, but also realized the heartbreak of my loved ones. Where are you going? I once fell into despair in bad luck. In the bleak dusk, I am writing a sad poem, and my broken heart doesn't know where to wander. Only since I stepped into prose, have I found a warm home and a heart that has gone through hardships. I am fortunate to meet friends from all over the world who love words. Greetings and blessings, sincere friendship and touching selfless love are like a clear spring that moistens my dry heart.
Dear netizens, tonight, I hit the keyboard, and with a fiery and grateful heart, I turned it into lines of words to tell my wishes and prayers for the New Year. Thank you for your support and love all the way over the past year. I read your article with deep affection and feel your sadness and happiness, as if I had entered your inner world. Listen to yourself. Happy because of your happiness, sad because of your sadness, your heart is connected with mine, and you are already my concern for the crescent moon and my yearning for the full moon.
Time is like a quietly flowing river, which dilutes the memory for many years. In the past years, the songs, laughter and endless friendship we left in this lovely big family of prose bar will be forever deposited in our respective hearts. From Chunhua to Qiuyue, from lush vegetation to Xun Mei in the snow, perhaps in the ever-changing season, we meet today and will sing a silent eulogy tomorrow. Dear friends, if the gathering of you and me is only a short moment in the journey of life, then the affection of your words is like a shining meteor in the sky, which once lit up each other's hearts, and the sky of our hearts will always leave us with pure and shining beautiful love. Because our love is in each other's hearts.
The dawn of the new year is about to rise in Ran Ran. Looking at Yuan Ye where snowflakes are falling, I pin my thoughts and heartfelt wishes on this flying jade butterfly, hoping it can bring you good luck. Dear prose, my friend, I send you a miss, a blessing and a sincere greeting, so that elegant and poetic friendship will remain in your heart forever. I will always be your thoughts and endless blessings. Bless you and walk into your happy Spring Festival dream. May your dream have my sincere blessing and my dream have your happy smile. I deeply wish that prose is a garden of literature, a home for the soul, always full of spring, and a warm harbor for wandering souls.