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Zhao Ruoyi

The sound of firecrackers becomes more and more rare every year.

This cold winter that has not happened in twenty years has come to an end in a hurry, and the sun is able to poke its head out of the gray sky. What is cracking the ice layer by layer is not the footprints left by anyone, but the tail carp swimming in the glacier water.

There are also more smiles on people’s faces. Red and gold are intertwined, and songs of blessing are sung day by day. When it stops, the circuit is as blurry as ever, like the moving figures when setting off.

But what is intertwined in the dream is not an old friend from my hometown, but a ray of warm sunshine in Huiyuan in winter; that is the light that we have spent many days and nights chasing, and it is also the light that can melt the ice and snow and break through the wind and frost. Close your eyes and think about it, when the meager snow covers Huizhong Avenue and quietly clings to the windows on the third floor of Ningyuan, three or two people play in the depths of the white space, and four or five friends are crouching at the table and writing fast. At this moment, a ray of warm sunshine passed through the branches and just fell on the snow-covered Lover's Slope...

In Huiyuan, which is favored by the sun, people meet again and again every day, and some people record the encounters, and play out the past in silence and eternity. Among all the "past events", there are always some fragments and frames that teach us to believe that "the world is peaceful and peaceful".

It is true that time is like an arrow that shuttles back and forth, and the new year is nailed before our eyes in a blink of an eye. Now think about it carefully,2015Sneaked away so easily. Fortunately, we have captured this tranquility in writing and captured it in the camera, hoping to give warmth to some strangers through the screen. Maybe we can earn a few milliliters of tears, maybe we can win a few compliments. For us young people, these are too heavy gifts, and we have to keep them in our hearts carefully so that we can always reflect on ourselves: News - words, pictures or other things - are not born for a certain purpose, but for everyone who sees it and who may see it.

A dream is by no means an inscription carved on a stone, to be worn away by wind and rain; it is a tangled root system in the soil, forming a dense peach forest on the road to the sun - just like youth is not a hasty book, and every line of a poem cannot be read suddenly; it is a new willow branch at the end of the bridge, saying goodbye to each other with a smile while reluctant to leave.

Hi, my dear, am I traveling over the mountains and ridges just to get to the other side where you are?

We will go to the sun together and forge the golden and beautiful character from the blazing fire. We should also walk side by side on the thin ice, not seeking to achieve heaven-shaking achievements, just to bear new peaches in the next spring and fall under the hooves of the old friend's white horse.

In the past year, we have traveled some miles side by side on the road to the sun.

2016In the year of 11739_11761|, we will set off together; I am lucky to be with you on this journey.