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? It will be the end of the year before you know it. Snowflakes are falling in the north, which means Xiangmei is as old as ever. When you walk in the snow in Xun Mei, spring is not far away.
? Footsteps bear a lot of memories of the scenery. The people in the story are you and me, a little collection, a little feeling, and how many feelings are presented on the mottled road.
? Time is very short, as fast as light and shadow, and three stories let me write the ending. Three characters from different periods sometimes disturb my thoughts. Whenever this happens, I will make a pot of tea and slowly calm down. Sometimes I listen to a song quietly to calm myself down. Occasionally, I will fiddle with my own flowers and plants to make the green flowers change their minds. Or splash ink, practice a picture scroll, and make the peace of mind suddenly clear. I met you in the long river of years, in a shallow time, and integrated the stars and the sea into my life track.
? The four seasons alternate constantly, and summer is not far from winter. In the days of the end of the year and the beginning of the year, we have persistence, helplessness and regret, and more is our own harvest; The wind never stopped blowing in the treetops, and we never gave up hope. Cherishing what you have now is the best reward for yourself.
? I have been to your world, and passers-by tell their own stories. The scene is the outline of memories, and the small light and shadow are our footprints. There are new and old friends, but what remains unchanged is that those old things have become an indispensable part of my life, which is a feeling that outsiders cannot understand.
? The long years have silently confessed to you and me, and there is no trace of falling snow, which shows that we can't turn back, clean up our mood, bask in the sun, work hard for ourselves and leave a treasure of memories. Once again, write an essay now with words, so that I can have you for the rest of my life. I write my heart by hand, missing inch by inch. I write the words that the world of mortals flies, but the years make people old.
? Time is short, time is long, and it is enough to have you for the rest of my life!