#This is the taste of the year #"Year of the Tiger" On the first day of the Chinese New Year, the cold wind outside the window, ice and rain. The chill invades the body, curls up in the bed, and laziness. Remembering the hometown of Wanli, the family sat around the stove,
author：Heaven t ya y prodigal l zi z
#这就是年味儿 #
"The Year of the Tiger"
On the first day of the Chinese New Year, the cold wind outside the window was accustomed, and the ice and rain were pouring.
The chill invades the body, curls up in the bed, and laziness.
Remembering my hometown of Wanli, my family sat around the stove, full of laughter and laughter, and the aroma was overflowing.
I can't help but feel sad and confused with tears. Wandering in a foreign land, involuntarily, the end of the world has become a permanent journey.
On which day, the achievement will be successful, the glory will return to the homeland, and the day when the world will melt, there will be no displacement in the world.
Helpless as if fluttering, I don't know when the return date is. Only to exchange wine for drunkenness, temporarily send nostalgia to the dream.
#This is the taste of the year #"Year of the Tiger" On the first day of the Chinese New Year, the cold wind outside the window, ice and rain. The chill invades the body, curls up in the bed, and laziness. Remembering the hometown of Wanli, the family sat around the stove,
#This is the taste of the year #"Year of the Tiger" On the first day of the Chinese New Year, the cold wind outside the window, ice and rain. The chill invades the body, curls up in the bed, and laziness. Remembering the hometown of Wanli, the family sat around the stove,
#This is the taste of the year #"Year of the Tiger" On the first day of the Chinese New Year, the cold wind outside the window, ice and rain. The chill invades the body, curls up in the bed, and laziness. Remembering the hometown of Wanli, the family sat around the stove,
