[Yilin Yiye] Solemn farewell | prose poem Zhou Bo

After the winter solstice, the dawn of the New Year is just around the corner. Bid farewell to the old nostalgia and welcome the new Zhenhuwei. There is still a bit of dignity before the curtain.

The support of Wei An's big arms, the breeze blowing slowly grew. In the broad embrace, bathe in the spring sun, with a smile to deliver nutrition to the torso.

colorful. Sunshine and moonlight, wind and snow thunder, black and white day and night left by the imprint. Gather, shine, live and multiply, and combine to grow an army.

Looking back at the disappearance process, I feel a lot of emotions. The branches have just sprouted like sprouts of green, and they murmur with the swallows, and before the wings are full, they promise to always be wind and rain and wind shields.

Even if life is coming to an end, Falling has its own personality. When the sanitation workers, accompanied by the roar of the black bucket truck, came to the front, silent, no complaints, no regrets.

Fall into the soil, listen to the fresh sound of the new bones in the coming year, and take on the reincarnation of new life...