At the end of the year, there is something to say to you on the shore

There is always a force that keeps me going

Shore

It's so fast, and it's December 31st. On this day last year, we pulled out one leg from a zero and stepped into 2021, and the other leg was still dragged by the new crown ghost thing...

We did not retreat, we carried the weight forward, and finally came to this day. On the last night of the year, we will pull out our other leg and step into 2022 together, awakening another round of the sun that is still dreaming...

In the year, I was happy that my circle of friends grew up a little bit. But unfortunately, the circle friend and poet emblem camel suddenly waved goodbye to the circle of friends. He belonged to the sheep, and there was another sheep in heaven who could write poetry. Henceforth, the poems of the emblem camel will be published on white clouds like sheep, as he himself wrote in a poem: "Half planted in the hearts of the people, half grown in the heavens."

From the beginning of the year to the end of the year, I clocked in the circle of friends almost every day. Either post your own small poems or show off your ugly words; either a few gibberish, or send a few crooked photos. Suppose my east is not the flowers you like and the honey you taste. Let me say to you: I'm sorry! In the new year, if you don't want to be disturbed by the word "shore", please wave your finger knife and cut me off mercilessly. From now on, it will no longer contaminate your bright eyes. I'm just saying, what if... If......

My circle of friends, although sunny, the breeze is warm and the air is pleasant. But there are also "lying flat" gentlemen and ladies who do not move and do not like. Fortunately, in the comments section, there is no you choking me, and I damage your "inner volume" molecule. There has been no smog, so that you can't see me clearly, I can't see your ghost weather. The circle of friends is the back garden of the soul. Here we take leisurely walks, communicate happily, harvest happily...

The old things are over today, and tomorrow morning the flowers are still blooming. Beauty and distress become the past, and struggle and happiness begin anew. At this moment of resignation and welcome of the new, I would like to thank the relatives who are on the same river and lake and play a circle together. Thank you not only for your eyes and fingers, but also for the little love you have sent. Thank you for your friends' praise and encouragement, and thank you for your teacher's love and support.

I would also like to thank you for not abandoning you. Thank you for holding the sun and sending you hello, thank you for not forgetting me as a worthless person. Although we can't get together day and night, being in the same circle is a family. Whether you are peer-to-peer, he is a one-on-one group, someone greeting is happy, someone worrying is happiness.

I would also like to thank you in the WeChat campaign. Thank you for my steps forward and for constantly liking and cheering. Your praise gives me the motivation to keep going. My love will keep giving you little red hearts. Good health is really good. Never forget you who is always with me.

I would like to thank you even more for not meeting. Although they don't know each other, adding each other as friends is the greatest recognition and trust. Your beautiful words tugged at my heartstrings; the links you forwarded broadened my horizons. The great name that has been admired for a long time has taken root in my heart. My circle of friends, can't live without you.

The motherland is very large. You live in the beautiful capital, he works in the bustling provincial capital, and I live in the copper industrial base on the banks of the Yangtze River. You are a famous poet, he is a famous painter, I am a lover of literature, we are a group of people with similar interests. On the fertile earth, our blood and sweat are rushing.

The motherland is vast. You send the ruins of a thousand-year-old city from the vast Gobi. At the end of the world, he photographed the poems published on the boulders. I invite all of you to appreciate the malachite that flies out from the depths of the formation. You are a tall tree, she is a beautiful flower, I am a nameless grass, we are all the treasures of the mother of the motherland. Under the beautiful blue sky, we diligently beautify the land full of life.

The motherland is very big, and she is very small, so small that she is only in my circle of friends. In her warm arms, we bask in the sun, plant friendships, show dances, learn knowledge, and play happily every day. There are too many things I want to say, and I can't finish talking about next year. Let a thousand words come together in one sentence: Thank you! Thanksgiving along the way; Bless you, peace and happiness. Thank you to myself, because I have seen my relatives with my eyes and pearls.

There is always a force that keeps me going.

Without darkness, there is no light.

Without night, there is no life.

Let's pull off the dark curtain together and enter 2022...

Unity is restored, and everything in Vientiane is renewed.

happy New Year!

Hello Motherland!!

You and I are all good!!!

December 31, 2021