Chapter 55 Looking at flowers on New Year's Eve

Newly bought from the flower market that is noisy with foreign accents, The snow-white long branches of green peaches are like the blood-red camellias. Focus on your own small corners and then use exquisite and bright colors to combine them, Don't focus on the sharp sadness, only the blunt ones are left! Knowing that the silence in the room seems to be the wrong season, In the atmosphere, the hometown is farther away, and time hangs backwards; Chinese New Year is not like Chinese New Year, I can see that the lanterns are burning with little blood, Under the curtain of hanging flowers, I can no longer remember the old enthusiasm and old words.

If my heart revolves around Fang Fei who is familiar with the old days, Blurred like a path over countless fences, The flowers, leaves and branches, the grass makes people stunned, Today's footsteps, no longer willing to step on the sand of the past. The moonlight has frozen, pointing to the hills everywhere, the river is more chaotic, What I care about is the hard work on the horseshoe plain, Wuxiang is portraying, The flowers on New Year's Eve are no longer flowers, only a sentence is here, Trembling with the worries of thousands of people, everyone is concerned about it.