Spring Festival

The new peach is not as deep as the old courtyard, and the snow first knocks on the heavy door. A person without eyes uses his heart as a candle to illuminate the background of mountains and rivers. People who hold candles use ink as fuel to warm up the coldness of the world. On New Year's Eve, she cut off her black hair in front of the Jinyu Hall to pay homage to the vastness of the world that she had never seen before. In the twenty-sixth period, he stood quietly outside the fiery trees and silver flowers, lighting up the hustle and bustle of the world for the eyes of the eternal night. She is his blade, cutting through the chaos of the world. He is her poetry, read through the warm and cold years. From Jiuchong Palace to Qianli Border Pass, A battle, a fireside meeting, They are in the incomplete parts of their respective fates, Find another kind of "reunion". ——It's not that the lights and the moon shine together, but that the lights of the heart reflect each other. This place of peace of mind is my hometown.