I saw the folks, on New Year's Day
Talk about the harvest of the past
Count three hundred and sixty-five days and solar terms
Speaking of spring
Flames opened up in everyone's eyes again
At that time, corn hung in bunches under the eaves
Huang Chengcheng's joy
Floating all over the home, let people see the heart
Feel excited and grounded
So I thought inexplicably
One day it snowed many years ago
A family portrait taken by relatives at the door of the home
——Zhu Ziqing, "New Year"
<h1 class= "pgc-h-arrow-right" > the lamp is lit day after night, gradually becoming a long-term body. </h1>
Time flies, another year.
In the great wheel of time,
We are all like meteors, fleeting.
Such a simple truth, but there are always people who are deeply lost,
Can't see through, can't be broken.
The clock of life has never stopped.
The hour hand moves a little bit on the road of life,
The youth has passed without a trace, and only the memories are hidden in the heart.
We are all passers-by, but we are also on the way to chase,
Forget your heart.
<h1 class= "pgc-h-arrow-right" > its happy new and old years, welcome to the night</h1>
I still remember my childhood,
The happiest thing is Chinese New Year's Eve this day.
In memory, the eyes are full of red,
Every house has a big red lantern hanging high,
Flaming firecrackers also sound on time in the early morning countdown.
And those young children who are not familiar with the world,
They also wore red cotton jackets that represented the festivities.
As Mao Buyi said in "Northeast Folk Songs":
The sound of gongs and drums is in full swing
The sound of firecrackers fell red
Every household is lit with lanterns
Another good harvest
Listening to the song, what emerges in front of you is a thousand miles of ice,
Thousands of miles of snow drifting, the scenery of this northern country is wide;
Listening to the song, the thought in my heart is that the spring day is facing the flowers,
A sister and other lovers, the affection of this northern country is true.
The sound of gongs and drums, the sound of firecrackers, the red of the ground, the lighting of flower lamps,
Another year passed in the hustle and bustle.
The strong smell of the New Year is full of expectations for the future of men, women and children.
In the sound of firecrackers, the new year changes the old year, and the childhood is happy;
Those smiling faces, one by one, crossed the heart,
The past, like smoke, also appeared in front of my eyes.
In the past, there are my childhood memories, such as poetry and picturesque.
Ignorance is innocence, it is a dream that never wants to wake up.
< h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" > the happiness of that time was simple</h1>
When we were children, we didn't have so many electronic products.
Often after doing homework, I call on friends to run and play.
A group of children went up and down the hill, climbed up and down, naughty.
In the big blinking eyes, there was a glint of happiness.
At that time, we had the youth and blood of young people,
With the frivolity and fearlessness of a newborn calf.
We were sincere and happy then.
At that time, the mind can easily feel satisfied.
Simple happiness, like a ray of sunshine,
Warm and radiant, shining into our hearts.
If childhood is a cheerful and sad poem,
We are the bright teenagers who don't know what it's like to be sad.
I don't understand how many diseases and sufferings there are in the world, and I don't know how hard society is.
At that time, we jumped on the leather band and threw cards together,
A simple game can make us laugh.
Now it seems simple and cheap little toy,
It also carried all our memories in the past.
That kind of happiness is the satisfaction that no amount of material can be exchanged for now.
<h1 class= "pgc-h-arrow-right" > starlight does not ask passers-by</h1>
However, time doesn't stop because of your nostalgia.
In the things of time, all will never come back.
Those good things eventually become the past,
The future is also coming to us in a time of laughter.
And so we grow up in the cycle of time,
In a hurry, Mom and Dad had white hair;
When a child, snuggle in the arms of her mother every day;
In elementary school, you can eat and chat with your parents every day;
In middle school, it becomes a month to go home;
When I got to college, my hometown only had winter and summer, and there was no spring or autumn.
After work, I can only go home once during the New Year.
That's how we grow and lose.
Hurry is the drifting away of the hometown;
Hurry is the gathering and dispersion of friends;
Hurry is the silent concern of family affection.
We are in a hurry on the road,
It is a passer-by, but also a passerby.
Emerson said:
If you love the ages, you should love the present;
Yesterday can not be called back, tomorrow is still not real;
The only thing you can be sure of is today's present.
The year is coming to an end,
During the year, a lot of things happened and met a lot of people;
Grateful to those who have helped themselves,
Thank you for the hard work of yourself.
Don't look at the past with sentimental eyes,
Because the past never comes back.
The smartest way,
It's about dealing with you now.
Now it's in your hands,
Be a great husband with dignity,
To meet the dreamlike future.
- Longfellow
After Chinese New Year's Eve, everything has to start anew.
New life, new year, new beginning.
Don't dwell on the passage of time,
Don't cling to the regrets of the past.
May you, as always, move forward,
After thousands of sails, he is still a teenager when he returns.
Happy Chinese New Year's Eve all!