Thank you for all that has been given this year
Author/Sun Shuheng
1
I've always wanted to say thank you for this year
I love this self-righteous year, and I love the power of fireworks
Knocking on the snow at the end of the year, there is still a remnant of the appearance of being covered in silver, exuding a cold fragrance
I saw it with my own eyes, in the food street outside the community, and immersed in the lively New Year in Moore City Square
In the circle of friends, in the WeChat group, phone New Year's greetings, people and things that can't be let go, the annual meeting will express a word for yourself, a line of thoughts
There are still people in the groups of literature, art, and film and television who publish works, which are pleasing to the eye, and the colors of the year are becoming more and more profound
There are also poets, calligraphers and painters who send works to recommend online exhibitions, one by one works seem to look at the living beings, dialogue with the landscape, the words of the pen and the dragon and snake, the galloping horse, the scene of the year, the beautiful peacock, the Northeast folk customs, national costumes... It depicts touching pictures, and you can vaguely hear distant echoes
It makes people feel heartbeat, lingering, and want to see it at a glance. "It's so hot, it's burning me!"
2
The year is actually a night thing, do you still remember the road when the year came?
The movement of long-awaited fireworks is becoming less and less
The red lanterns of excitement and hope are getting older and dimmer.
The once thriving flowers and trees are getting old.
The silk flowers on the branches are already withering, and those trees can still be themselves
Hide the true feelings gained in those years in your heart,
Those love and concern have long been merged into a warm current, and a strong affection flows in the heart
Let those wishes and blessings take root in the mind and not be disappointed
In the transformation of the year, always maintain upward growth, forward strength, mention the sinking again, and collect the heart
It's like a tree thanking the earth for its nourishment.
3
The spring breeze in February is like scissors, the weather is still cold, and suddenly it is like a spring breeze overnight.
Thanksgiving spring breeze, optimistic face of the warmth and coldness of life
A pious heart treats its own inner needs,
My deep love, scattered in my heart, every word but a trace of softness is hidden
Not to mention poetry, learn to record life, enrich your heart, every record will be a precious memory.
Every stroke has courage, backbone and handsomeness,
Random graffiti is a plant in my heart,
To put it mildly, they are all flowers, birds, insects and fish, and they are all magnificent mountains and rivers
I gazed at the pen, not to mention the flowers, the brilliance, the business, all the hobbies along with my life, with the firmest faith
The high ground that sustains the soul,
That's the direction that remains the same after becoming free
In the years of immortality, the earth blooms,
and the fragrance of pure, holy hearts.
The sun is setting but the light is still 8,000 feet, health, contentment, relief, and happiness
If you are always grateful, you will definitely reap more warmth and happiness, and make your life more fulfilling and meaningful.
I greet all beings and all things!
(Author's file: Sun Shuheng, pen name Hengxin Yongzai, a native of Naiman Banner, Inner Mongolia.) Member of China Financial Writers Association, Member of China Essayists Association, Member of Inner Mongolia Writers Association, Member of Inner Mongolia Poetry Society, Member of Western Essayists Association, Member of Inner Mongolia Popular Literature and Art Research Association)