The flowers are similar from year to year, but different from year to year. Every New Year's Day, in addition to joy, but also added a lot of melancholy. In Qu Yuan's words: Old Ran Ran is about to die, and he is afraid that his name will not stand. Year after year passed, and it seemed that in addition to increasing age, the harvest was very small. The books you want to read are not read, and the things you want to do are not time to do. I hope that this year I can calm down and read more books.
