Christmas lyrical prose needs to be written beautifully, not the origin and narrative of Christmas!

I grabbed the pen.

The clock strikes twelve.

A day away. The day is approaching.

How can I think of you again?

The afterglow is still not cool.

Separately. It's hard to tell.

On this beautiful Christmas Eve.

We walked all over the streets of the city.

When that moment of holding hands.

I can't see everyone coming and going.

Just like you.

I've never been afraid to talk about it.

And let the street lights. Pour out your heart on my behalf.

I want to kiss you.

Eyes as bright as the moon.

I'm afraid that the whole world will be jealous.

I had the light to myself.

Ajan, come to me.

I take these words.

Compose a love song and sing it only to you.

I wrote it three years ago on Christmas Eve. It's been three years in a blink of an eye. I'll show you, it's good to be usable. I grabbed the pen.

The clock strikes twelve.

A day away. The day is approaching.

How can I think of you again?

The afterglow is still not cool.

Separately. It's hard to tell.

On this beautiful Christmas Eve.

We walked all over the streets of the city.

When that moment of holding hands.

I can't see everyone coming and going.

Just like you.

I've never been afraid to talk about it.

And let the street lights. Pour out your heart on my behalf.

I want to kiss you.

Eyes as bright as the moon.

I'm afraid that the whole world will be jealous.

I had the light to myself.

Ajan, come to me.

I take these words.

Compose a love song and sing it only to you.

Christmas is not much interest to me, I never join in the excitement of young people, but I don't prove that I am old and outdated, but I feel that the year of Westerners is incomparable with ours. Christmas contains more religious colors, and our year is to pray for blessings and reunion, although the legendary year is a monster, people use firecrackers to drive away the year, in exchange for peace and happiness, but this meaning is almost zero, instead of it is a happy auspicious happy reunion, is a beautiful vision and sustenance for the new year, to be full of human touch, with infinite warmth. This is in line with the aesthetics and sentiments of the Orientals.

I do not reject Western civilization, but I prefer the culture of my homeland, born and raised in Sri Lanka, the blood has been integrated into the Chinese civilization, and there is no leisure to accommodate things from outside the territory, you can understand, you can learn, but never integrate, keep the things of your own nation, in order to stand, stand firm, and have a habitat for the soul. If everything is westernized, like a wanderer floating across the sea, where are the roots? The free flying flowers are as light as a dream, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow.

I'm afraid that apart from the comfort of the body, there is no place for the soul. Just like a child, before he speaks Chinese, let him learn a foreign language, I don't know if his soul will be attached to ** in the future?

The festival is to pass, the trend is to catch up, but do not follow the trend, keep the holy land of the soul, don't be like this impetuous society!