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Time is like water, time is like an arrow, year after year flies by. Soon we will "say goodbye" to 2005 and move towards the Spring Festival in 2006. I couldn't be happier.

During the Spring Festival, my grandmother would take me from the southern suburbs to the countryside to play with my sister. I always bring a lot of flowers. There are many kinds of ceremonial flowers, such as "Moon Travel", "Golden Chrysanthemum", and "Blossom Blossom".

And my favorite is the "** waterfall", as long as you have a little fire, it will "fly" out of the ceremonial flower tube a big round ball, and then the ball will fly higher and bigger higher than the moon, and finally it will become a gold line of about 2 meters. Just when you get bored and are about to walk away, it will suddenly gush out a stream of golden "water", which is so beautiful that it will surprise you. We also set off firecrackers in the middle of the night.

I'll tell you a secret: I have to prepare a cup of warm tea and a loaf of bread before setting off firecrackers. While eating, drinking, and watching grandparents set off firecrackers.

Look, how comfortable.

There is another thing that has to be mentioned, that is, you can eat a lot of good things during the Spring Festival. Perhaps the taste of these dishes will not be inferior to that of a 5-star restaurant. There are delicious meals such as braised meatballs, steamed soft-shelled turtle, and braised ribs.

My sister and I might even receive lots of chocolates, sweets, and snacks. Now you must be like me, already wiping that drool.

"A Touch of Friendship, A Touch of Love".

There is a kind of friend, I think it is a kind of relationship between love and friendship, you will miss him silently for an occasional time, when you think of him, your heart is warm, there is a beauty, there is a touch. When you are sad and troubled, you will think of him, and you very much hope that he can be by your side, give you comfort and understanding, but you have never confided in him, and you are afraid that your own sorrow will hinder his peaceful life.

You will think of him because of a song, a color, his sincerity, his persistence, and the ups and downs he has experienced together. Because with such a friend, you will cherish your life more and love your life, because you know that he wants you to live well, he wants you to take good care of yourself, and when you meet again, he hopes that you can tell him that you are happy.

Those worldly concepts, in your heart, because of his existence and become pale and powerless, you just set up a small space for this person in the depths of your heart, quietly clinging to that good memory, from the beginning you know that there will be no love between you, it seems that talking about love is blaspheming this emotion, this can only be a friendship. What's going on here? You've thought about it for years, but you never have a clue.

You rarely keep in touch, in this long life, you may only have a few tens of thousands of times together, but you have retained a longing in each other's hearts, an instruction, even if he goes to the ends of the earth, even if many years have passed, even if when you meet again, you will still remember such a person so deeply, this is enough.

Sometimes life is calm like a dry well, maybe you will fall into this dry well, maybe you don't have the love of being old and rotten, maybe you are born early, full of pale temples, but with such a friend, there will be some ripples in your life, some colors, you think about him. Remembering him silently, maybe he will not forget it in this life.

You are very grateful that there is such a person in this world, he is not by your side, he has not done anything for you, but you hope that he will live well, live a long life, have a full house of children and grandchildren, and ......be happy and healthy

You are also very happy to have such a feeling, pure and long, in this complicated world, there is such a friend, worthy of your blessing, to miss ......

You're a dragonfly, touching the middle of my lake.

Ma Chanwen. You're a dragonfly, touching the middle of my lake.

Then, my memories were made into skirts with ripples, and even loneliness was delicately embroidered. At this point, my youth is beautiful.

The autumn wind scattered the cold silence on the earth, and there was a whisper in the bright sun. I listened attentively, but all the news about you in the wind was called silence, and every time I missed it, I forgot it.

I don't blame you for not reading Yeats's affectionate poems to me, for we haven't met head-on yet, but you happen to pass by in the middle of my lake when you're too tired; I should not blame you for holding my breath with a sycamore leaf, for the anchor in your heart is too heavy, and you do not look forward to another adventurous voyage; I don't blame you, I exchanged a moment of lovesickness for my eternal memory, because you have a pair of wings to fly, and you are destined to travel far away from me.

You're a dragonfly, touching the middle of my lake.

Then the sound of the fluttering wings faded away from my panicked heart, but your departure did not restore my composure, and I was plunged into a whirlpool of sorrow, and the resistance of the graceful lines of the ripples besieged my heart.

You woke me up from the depths of my dreams, but only to tell me that you should stay away from the June rain with a kite. And I had to stay where I was. I sealed all our secrets in the woods and sent them to the fall.

I hid in the hem of Aki's clothes and remembered how I felt at that time—it was a forever dragonfly dream, and it seemed that I was awake before it even began.

You're a dragonfly, touching the middle of my lake.

I mistook the ending for the beginning, and I still couldn't believe that my fate with you was gradually dissipated with the ripples. You broke through my sight and disappeared into the blue colors of the sky......

Then I know that you are no longer a dragonfly, and I no longer have the middle of the lake.

Moonlight on a summer night The quiet summer night with a clear moon and a clear breeze always gives me a sense of ease and tranquility. The moonlight is clear and clear like soft water, and the clear light flows, meaning tranquility. The moonlight is soft and transparent, light and ethereal.

I like to use the moonlight to precipitate my mood, like water and moonlight, which can be drunk. Push open the window, let the moonlight flow quietly on the skin, light and elegant, fresh and contained in the mood naturally flow in the heart. The moonlight is like practice, the mood becomes clear and soft in the moonlight, and suddenly all kinds of touches and beauty in life are floating.

Once, as innocent, I snuggled in my grandmother's arms and counted the stars, leisurely admiring the clear and tranquil moonlight in the countryside. Once, in the Jingjing campus, I had a heart-to-heart conversation with my classmates in the clear moonlight, and I felt the beauty and sorrow of the watery years. Once, in the moonlight like water, I boated with you on Taihu Lake, in the sound of oars and lights, in the moonlight and the lake water complemented each other to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the world.

The clear lake water and the ethereal sound of the piano made me intoxicated by the gentle feelings of Jiangnan and did not know where to go. The shadow of the flowers on the wall moved, and it was suspected that the jade man was coming. Zhang Sheng made an appointment with the warbler, waited for the west chamber of the moon, passed on the guqin for meditation, and waited for the beautiful woman under the moon.

A classic beauty. The light moon dyes the west window, and the faint thoughts are also pervasive. In the passing years, the moonlight interprets the beauty in the classical subtlety and the romance of the present, bringing people infinite contemplation and leisurely intoxication.

The clear moonlight attracted me, so I went out in my clothes, stepped on the moonlight like water, and walked slowly into the garden, the gardenia bathed in the moonlight, cold condensation with dew, like a curtain of distant dreams. The bamboo shadow dances lightly with the rhyme, like the water and moonlight gently passing through, reflecting the clear light of the bright moon. Everything is abundant and agile in the moonlight.

The hustle and bustle, hesitation and hesitation of the world all dissolve in this moonlight. Suddenly realized, suddenly enlightened. Like water and moonlight, drinkable.

Like a year of flowing water, it can be understood. Stand in the garden path and listen to the silence ......

Feng Si looked at the wind outside, and I couldn't help but think of myself. Sometimes I feel like the wind, blowing alone, floating alone, wandering alone, my heart is empty, and my original innocence, kindness and longing for tomorrow are like the only oasis in the vast Gobi, which is being swallowed up by the merciless desert little by little. Sometimes I ask myself:

Hey, know what you're doing? Sometimes I really don't know.

The wind outside, though like a wanderer, wanders everywhere and has no home, but it doesn't care about any of that, it still sings and runs happily - never tired, never sentimental, never rests. It woke me up all at once. It turns out that I have been wandering between half asleep and half awake, it turns out that I am lost, it turns out that I am a coward.

And this wind, no matter where it blows tomorrow, no matter whether it is gloomy or torrential rain tomorrow, whether it can reach its destination or not, it will always be full of confidence in itself, and it believes that as long as it sticks to its goals and pursuits, as long as it works towards it, then, even if it fails, it is a success.

Standing against the wind, I felt my own cowardice, and I was not even as good as this invisible wind. No matter how difficult it is today, don't forget – since winter is coming, will spring be far away? Once you walk through the harsh winter of ice and snow, it is a sunny spring, but unfortunately, many people give up the pursuit of warmth when they are one step away from spring, and they are forever in the cold winter.

Now, spring is in front of me, I can even touch the brilliant spring light, can smell the breath of spring, but from winter to spring this short distance is the coldest, I don't want to stop in this cold, I prefer to walk through the cold winter before this spring.