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The years are not old, we have grown up

The years are not old, we have grown up

【The years are not old, we have grown up】

Text: Falling snow stains dust

Fifteen, the middle of the month, the moon is missing and round.

In the early hours of the morning, it is the Lantern Festival, which is supposed to belong to a romantic holiday with a lover, but for people like me, it is only the last day of the new year.

This year, even the white and fat tangyuan has not bought, and there is no plan to go to see the fireworks or enjoy the lights.

The years are not old, we have grown up

Those things that have existed in memory for a long time. Guessing lantern riddles, setting off fireworks, lighting candles, and frolicking with friends, now that I think about it, it seems like a matter of the previous life.

When I was a child, every Lantern Festival, the daylight was not in the dark, and I couldn't wait to pick up a big red or light yellow lantern and walk the streets.

In the haze of smoke, I glimpsed the happy faces of my friends, and finally put a sky lantern in a wide and uncovered place to make a New Year's wish.

Today, the lights of the city are bright, and the flower lights are different, but it is not the fireworks in my memory, nor can I find the taste of the old times.

The years are not old, we have grown up

The years are not old, and we have grown up. In addition, the beautiful scenery of the good day does not have to be disappointed.

The branches of the moon are noisy and unconscious, and the young girls who look at each other are far away, shy and pure and beautiful.

And at the end of the lights, the "she" that everyone was looking for had not yet appeared, and suddenly looked back, only one person and one shadow, and cherished the moon.

The fireworks of the world are just right, they have their sweethearts, I have my heart, each happy, no need to convince, no need to envy, just right.

About the Author

Falling snow stains dust

A person who is accustomed to memories, a person who is accustomed to not being able to put it down, a red dust passerby who is upside down and displaced. Three thousand passers-by, ten zhang red dust, meeting you is fate, thank you for your liking.

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