First of all, fall
I remember the night before New Year's Eve, the snow was surging, as if the lights were flying snowflakes, detached from the rain and snow of everything, in a quiet world. And you, on the other side of the sea, are calling my lonely wife home, sad and heartbroken. I was so moved that even God couldn't help crying. So, you were cheated by love. The fate of drift from place to place, once again unified in the joy and peace filled with the atmosphere of the Spring Festival.
Remember that second, the bosom friend at the intersection of mountains and rivers, and hear your heartbeat again at sunset and sunrise. Listen, you, survival, sparks chasing the sunrise of hope. The talons of the rock swallowed you up several times and rolled you up again, and the blood stained the clear sky and the miserable rain. You still never give up. Heroes are immortal, and respect is so strong. So, you were saved by love, and rebirth kept your pursuit.
Falling, I can't find the other shore, but love is wrapped in angular warmth. A thousand years ago, Wan Li urged the house. Memory absorbs the nutrients of sadness and loneliness, and is finally influenced by human instinct.
Second, floating overflow.
When memories and promises are scattered, the wind blows through the eternal clouds; If you can't face change, you are no longer smiling. Memory is domesticated in mottled wind and rain.
I remember China, Beijing, a city in midsummer, with a vivid accumulation of 5,000 years. The pulse of youth exudes fragrance from the skin. Athletes who fight to death run faster; Stronger; Higher goals. It carries ideology and nationalism that many sports cannot carry, and the spirit of never giving up the Olympic Games is rooted in its blood.
Chinese sons and daughters spread the faith of love and the Olympic spirit of self-improvement to every corner of the world, and the song of peace fluttered high in the melody of the Olympic Games. This is the Olympic spirit and the wish of everyone in China.
Three oceans
I remember the moment when flowers and plants germinated 30 years ago, and there were misty and rainy days. Everything in Han Xiao has awakened from a deep sleep, looking for a budding recovery. This is not only the grass grows and the warbler flies, but also changes everything in the past. Yellow land and yellow walls set off yellow skin. Suddenly, spring began to brew in my heart. What floats between the lines is the call of love!
Remembering the boulder that once shook the old system in China has opened the door of China's opening to the outside world, and China of the times has sounded the horn of the new century. The city that rose overnight was once the dream capital of China people. Spring breeze blows all over the earth with love, and creates the blue sky with love. You and I will always be by the side of love.
A bitter storm is an unforgettable memory. Every time my thoughts fly, there will be a sense of moving. Moved by lingering affection, touched by the nobility of the four seasons, touched by the greatness of lighting up life with love, and moved by lingering memories.