This kind of weather is suitable for nostalgia. There are still crowds in the streets. The noisy sea of ??people is full of distant memories.
The holidays have already begun. But I don't seem to be in the mood yet. Live a purposeless life every day. Boring. I will miss my hard work and perseverance.
The book that should be read is still on the opened page.
The story that should begin is still at the stage of fantasy.
The circle of friends is full of news about Chinese New Year and New Year greetings.
Everywhere is filled with festive red.
Intense red.
Like this year's Spring Festival Gala. The stage effect is more gorgeous and shocking than before, and the program also tries to keep up with the rhythm of the times. But why after reading it, there are only two words that can be summed up.
Beautiful people are swaying heartily on the TV.
Those intoxicating faces. Delicately beautiful.
The epidemic still runs through the entire program. We see those who are fighting on the front line of the epidemic, we see scientific researchers, we see those low-level cadres who lead the people to help the poor and become rich We live up to our expectations. On CCTV, we can always see hope. The country is prosperous and the people are safe, and the weather is smooth.
I can't stop eating. Maybe it's because it's too boring. I'm afraid of getting fat, but I can't resist the temptation of those delicacies.
The buildings in the distance were shrouded in thick smog.
Messy memories swirl in my mind.
Think of people you shouldn't think of.
Remember things you shouldn't remember.
The years have nothing to do with me,
I just wait quietly for the flowers of that season to bloom.
Flowers bloom and fall for another life. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com