Looking to the east, just after visiting Chiang Kai-shek Shanshan, a brilliant day is coming. Let's gently wave to it:
Happy new year!
The New Year is the end of the past year. Looking back on the past days, 365 miles a year, despite many twists and turns, many bumps and many hardships, we have come, after all, to the end.
Just like climbing a mountain, when you climb to the top of the mountain with great fatigue along a steep and tortuous mountain road, you feel that "other mountains are short in the sky." Will be on the verge of death ",your mood must be indescribable excitement and pride. Another example is an athlete who has finished a marathon, regardless of whether he can get a good ranking or not, it is admirable.
Yes, facing the new year, we are all winners!
Looking back on our life journey, in the past 365 days full of wind, frost, rain and snow, we struggled, made progress, failed and succeeded.
Our laughter and loss, our confusion and confusion have all become beautiful memories, just as Pushkin said in a poem: "The past will be infected with inexplicable acacia." Isn't it? (
The new year is also the starting point of a new year. New Year's Day is a milestone in time. On New Year's Day, we are more thinking about the future and looking forward to the future journey. Those upcoming undertakings, upcoming opportunities and bright future are looming ahead, tempting us with mysterious dreams and endless happiness.
As a result, our hearts rekindled confidence and hope, regardless of our own fatigue and pain, and went through fire and water without hesitation.
The new year always comes at the coldest time of the year. However, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
Yes, hope is just ahead, with lush grass, colorful spring, scorching sun and lush summer ahead. ......
Countless poems and paintings are waiting for us to feel and describe: the sunny morning by the lake, the dusk with full petals, the misty rain on the bluestone road in the rain lane in the south of the Yangtze River, the wheat fields and the Qinghe River in the warm spring breeze in the north ... just waiting for us to wave in front of the river of time ... Without a complete score, the ideal butterfly floats away like a note in a dream. ...
Yes, although the road ahead is still bumpy and the cold wind is still raging, we still have to move forward for the sake of the red sun in our hearts, the immortal hope and the beautiful vision. ......
Because our career needs us, our ideals are waiting for us to realize, maybe we can't care too much about obstacles and concerns, and our world doesn't need others' understanding and applause!
"Flowers are similar every year, and people are different every year." The arrival of the new year always touches something deep in our hearts. For example, the passage of time, the aging of life, the failure of the boss and so on. But in any case, 365 miles a year will come to an end.
Let's put aside our troubles, stop running around, stretch our tired waist, wait for the midnight bell calmly with a washed heart, and offer our most sincere prayers to the future, because the new year is coming!
The new year is coming!
Standing on the new white starting line of New Year's Day, facing the red sun rising in Ran Ran and Oriental Ran Ran tomorrow, let's release the white dove in our hearts and sincerely tunnel with the feeling of lily blooming:
In the new year, hello, celebrate the spring flowers of New Year's Day poems.
In the fiery red sun
Listen, that's the song of a bird.
They knocked at the door in surprise.
The first door in spring
White clouds bring warm thoughts.
Long-lost greetings
Brought us new year's greetings.
Those heavy laughter.
Just like mom and dad's hands, full of labor and harvest.
A glass of hard liquor.
Full of homesickness
Get me drunk on a windy morning.
Wandering wanderer
I quickened the pace of going home.
The girl I love
Long time no see.
Like a trembling spider web in my hometown.
Silently grew into a cocoon
I want to leave while the spring breeze is still early.
So I can ask my beloved girl.
Love, will she bloom in this spring?
The clear wind is blowing from a distance.
There is a girlish smell there.
Whispering with wild lilies
Instant bloom
Green, lover's arm.
Twist gently and hug you.
Striking the strings of spring
The distance between seasons is so strong that it is irresistible.
As the earth breeds hope.
On New Year's Day, I met the villagers.
Talk about past gains
Calculate 365 days and solar terms.
Speaking of spring
Everyone's eyes opened again.
At that time, corn was strung under the eaves.
Huang Chengcheng's exultation
The whole house is floating around, making people feel scared.
Feel excited and practical
So I somehow remembered.
A snowy day many years ago
Family photos taken by relatives at home.
Touch the first drop of dew
Spread out, it is colorful.
The snow and ice in the north have melted.
Trees in the south spit green.
In the ticking sound of cars
Along the way, it was a spring wedding.
Happiness is destined to come in life.
Where will you wake up?
Listen to the sacred song
Everything in front of me is beautiful.
Something convenient to touch.
Love at first sight is like poetry and water.
Then get pregnant sweetly in spring.
But I will still think of that village.
A village located in a field.
Fly in the direction of the river
Is it a breeze that keeps blowing?
Let me look around.
A little girl who just grew up
She stood at the intersection of her house to meet her.
With the gesture of spring flowers.
I dedicate this poem of blessing to you.