When I grew up, I found that 2008 was just a festival, but I was no longer so eager for the New Year.
Off-year, time flies, years are easy to get cold, and it is difficult to retain. Looking back, I sigh that the years are long, I wish the years are as new, I wish you a happy New Year, and I wish you peace all the year round.
The days are colorful, crossing the wind and the lotus, crossing the autumn water and the sky, diving like spring breeze, coming up at night, diving into the past straw piles, falling into pieces of plain white, and setting sail again to the faint green grass.
Outside the window, it was a rainy winter, and the rain fell on the pavilions, as cold as ice, but my thoughts were gentle. Even without sunshine, there is warmth and softness. With a cup of hot tea around, even the time will be quiet, giving off the usual idleness.
Now the New Year is also quiet, without the atmosphere and excitement of the New Year when I was a child. I remember that when I was a child, I could hear the sound of cleaning and dust removal from every household before I was young, and I began to be busy in the east and west.
Off-year is a very important day for rural people. At this time, we will prepare for the busy New Year, and 2008 is a big event.
Now, in the off-year, we are all just busy on our way. Only in the off-year, we can stop for a while, let go of everything, warm words, hot tea, warm room and family reunion, without feeling the cold of the year.
The most profound picture in Chinese New Year's memory should be the twelfth lunar month, starting to buy new year's goods to remove dust, making snacks, preparing new clothes and posting Spring Festival couplets.
Every household is busy, the smoke bursts, everyone is happy, and everyone has a smile on his face.
In the face of this grand and lively custom that has been passed down through the ages, there is joy and auspiciousness. With everyone's expectations and blessings, everyone is full of brand-new hopes and longings.
Years are fleeting, aging and vicissitudes of appearance. The time that can't be left has already flown away in a hurry.
Years have passed through spring, summer, autumn and winter, and flowers bloom and fall, and they will not stay for anyone and will not change for anyone.
The pace of time keeps going, only follow time to find the beauty in life, and use your life to experience the tempering given by fate.
Weave dreams in the experience, realize ideals, make the road of life from twists and turns to bloom and beauty, set out in a bright direction, and meet yourself more beautiful and better.
In the time when flowers bloom and fall, I realized the preciousness of time and learned that what I have in ordinary life is the best.
Accept what you can't change and cherish what you have. Time is like water, and indifference is also a gesture. In the scenery at the end of the year, you are carefree.
In the off-year, pick up the traces of the past years, even if submerged in the past, but also a shallow white flower.
Because in the near future, we will usher in spring, and we can walk and meet a tree blooming, which coincides with the warmth and silence of a branch.
Off-year, when it rains, wait for the beginning of spring, moisten quietly and treat spring with deep affection. Even if time flies and the years are ruthless, the fragrance of the season is still wonderful.
A year, a year, once, an inch, a leaf, a joy, a grass and a tree, a spring and autumn, even if the years are in a hurry, cherish the present to have a bright future.