I don't know whether from now on, our lives will be really perfect, maybe it is just a beautiful imagination of tomorrow, the future unchanged expectations. At the moment, the sun is just right and the breeze is not dry. spring

I don't know whether from now on, our lives will be really perfect, maybe it is just a beautiful imagination of tomorrow, the future unchanged expectations.

At the moment, the sun is just right and the breeze is not dry. Spring seems to be taking light steps and slowly walking towards the world. Spring has reached the snow, time is like water, the years are quiet. Some people are in the ravine and still look up at the stars; some people are chicken feathers, dreaming of poetry and far away; some people are confused and do not know where the future is; some people are lost in the haze between pushing cups and cups toward the twilight.

When you stretch out your fingers, the sunlight will sprinkle a little golden light between the fingers; when you push open the window, the moon will inadvertently put on a dream-like dress for the world. Perhaps, this is the style of the world, and the quiet and peace are as we expect. May the new year win the old year, may the world be as good as ever, and may 2022, everything be better!