2020 Beautiful Evening Speech The years are peaceful, and the years remain the same

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A few remnants of familiarity in the corners; A few faint memories; It's all right; In this way, the poems that have been interrupted in the twists and turns of the years, the past left behind, what a heart-warming words to your mouth, but you are just a past. The twilight rain is dashing, the passing year is stranded, if you go with the wind, why linger again.

As if in the days when it is cut off from words, the heart also becomes trance, empty, unbearable, lonely, sad, ......It was as if the soul had no sustenance, panic, no roots, and lost all its brilliance. In the red dust, passing by each other, in the end, who will be whose scenery? Who will be whose return?

In the lonely text, Xu is a wilderness, and it has become a permanent love in a lifetime. Use those words that are as quiet as flowing water to pour out the sorrow and sorrow in the bottom of your heart. Bit by bit, wisps, nothing to do with the wind and snow, only sent to a lonely and elegant mood.

The promise was frozen by a cold snap. The graceful whispers reminiscent of yesterday's warmth. The world can't withstand the ruthlessness of time, and the scattered fireworks are faintly cold in winter.

Perhaps, sometimes, we really can't save some good feelings. All the charm is not picked, and it is rippling in a falling snowflake.

At the beginning of the day, when I knew the desire to sing, the pedestrians on Longming Road were urging, and the building on the island was full of beauty, and the eyes were like the old times. This scene seems to be yesterday, but it is still clear in front of you, and there is no need to recall it far away.

The bleak north wind swept coldly, lifting all the gloomy clouds in the sky and cutting them into ice-white fragments, like pear blossoms slowly blooming, which were slowly lifted into the air and then slowly sprinkled down. Turning into the sky full of elegant snow, phoenix tails and forests, scales and thousands of petals riding the cold air, flying in the air, that kind of graceful and staggering posture, like a goddess scattered flowers.

The bright morning light resists the cold air, bathes in the charm of winter, steps into the frozen realm, and constantly sprinkles its tranquil affectionate messages. It is like a strange thin and craggy folding fan in the earthly brushstrokes, and after Zhang Chi's skeleton is opened by the chronological sequence, it is thinly covered with a layer of clear curtain white.

Mo on the red dust, the wind sends guests, drunk and dreamy, and encounters flowers. In the dream, the pieces of flying flowers are delicate, the ink is fragrant, and the words are warm and peaceful. Words and sentences come from scratch, not for pen and ink, but for Yixing to fly. With the word warmth, comfortable life.

Hold a light grasp to understand, quiet as water, indifferent as a fairy. In the world, I feel the lightness and comfort of the little swallow, and sing happily under the sky. Also hold a warm pen to leave incense, the dance paves the color, the show of beauty, if you have the ambition of Lingyun, a kind heart to hold up the whole winter, the wind and waves, the plum blossom shore.

If love is as good as ever, I will not dodge your dry stool eyes, I will not hide the attachment in my heart, I will not engrave my love in plain white, and I will not leave my life with hatred. If love is as good as ever, I will continue to borrow a long willow silk to hang wind chimes, play the heart song of you and me, sing the end of the old age, green silk and white head, and romance at the end of a story.