In the past 365 days full of wind, frost, rain and snow, we struggled. Aggressive. It worked. Also failed. Our laughter and loss. Confusion and confusion have become incomparable memories. As Pushkin said in his poem: "The past will be infected with inexplicable acacia." Isn't it?
New Year is the starting point of time, and New Year's Day is the first milestone of time. On this day, we are thinking more about the future. Those upcoming undertakings, upcoming opportunities and bright prospects are looming ahead, waving to us with mysterious dreams and endless happiness. As a result, our hearts rekindled confidence and hope, regardless of fatigue and pain, and went through the storm without hesitation. The new year always comes at the coldest time of the year. However, "if winter comes, can spring be far behind?" Yes, there are countless poetic feelings waiting for us to feel and describe: the sunny morning by the lake, the dusk by the path full of petals, the misty rain on the bluestone path in Jiangnan Lane, and the wheat fields in the north and west with spring breeze.
Yes, although the road ahead is still bumpy and the cold wind is still whistling, we still keep moving forward for the promise we made to ourselves, for the eternal hope and beautiful vision. ...
Standing on the white starting line of the New Year, towards tomorrow, towards the red sun rising in Ran Ran, Ran Ran, let's release the white dove in our hearts, with the feeling of blooming like lilies, and sincerely tunnel: