The years are wasted, and the winter is deep. While the sun is still sleeping dimly, wander in the vast wilderness, wander in the jungle, watch the desolation of all things, appreciate the loneliness of severe winter, and feel the thinness and coldness of deep winter.
In the embrace of late winter, the tranquility of late winter is everywhere, and the tenderness of "Nine Cold Days" is vented everywhere. The simple and elegant vastness, compared with the lushness of midsummer and late autumn, reflects the passing of time and the sadness of the years. The winter fairy, which is cold and cold, covers the river with pure ice, and invades the muscles and bones, is like the Chang'e in the Guanghan Palace. It is so cold and stunning that it makes people feel the warmth and warmth of the severe winter.
In the deep winter, everything is dormant and quiet. In the coldness, there is less hustle and bustle; in the coldness, there is no noise; in the bleakness, there is more poignancy; in the elegance and quietness, there is a sense of nostalgia. On a quiet and peaceful night, I looked up and counted the stars. I don't know when the vast Milky Way quietly moved from the north and south directions in summer to the east and west directions.
Under the night, thousands of lights are hidden, just like countless signal lighthouses standing in the rough ocean, guiding people on their way home. People continue to be busy, and inheritance comes and goes. But no matter when or where, the warmth and fragrance of home are always lingering in my heart, and I am always concerned about the safety and health of my family. Whether it is a sunny spring or wearing colorful autumn clothes, the dense atmosphere of home plays the gentle chapter of love from beginning to end, echoing and rippling deep in the soft hearts. This is the warm sun that rises in the hearts of people living in the cold winter and never falls.
Holding the coldness of the season lightly, I walked all the way with hope. With the dream of the plague gone, I continued to move towards the depths of the winter scenery. Time flies, and the end of the year is passing by. With the wisdom of the years, I taste the agarwood of the years, gently wave my arms, and say goodbye to the old year. The dead leaves were carried away by the wind for a long time and went to distant places. The sun also took a lazy nap. After a while, the shadows of the branches on the wall were swaying tremblingly again. I am stepping on the footprints of winter, feeling the warmth of the season, and can still vaguely see the sweat that I have shed over the past year. Part of it condenses into crystal frost, which emits reflected light under the sunlight; the other part turns into deep longing, condenses into the faint sweet fragrance of plum blossoms, and floats into the distance. May it linger around you to drive away the cold of winter and the hesitation of the years.
On December 25, 2022, in Binhai New Area Eco-City.
