Ugly midsummer

Yesterday was the centenary celebration of the party. I watched the live TV broadcast, and my heart was surging and I was excited. It's dark at night and I can't see my fingers. Then there was a strong wind and heavy rain. Sleep soundly.

Walking through the wet garden after the night rain in the morning, the air is fresh and I feel good. Flowers and plants are everywhere, and bees sting into the deep core. Lazy butterfly, quietly resting on the leaves. The gardener cut off the tall branches, and the fir trees showed new buds, which were particularly green.

Sitting under the flower lane for a while, I saw the drooping fruits of cymbals and listened to the diffuse cicadas, knowing that they were busy. People are like nature, and nature is in sync with people. Individuals, families, countries and countries are all the same, whether it is dark or bright, whether it is the change of seasons, wind, frost, rain and snow. It is still a matter of changing the valley into a mausoleum to facilitate the new generation to live. Time flies, time flies. We Chinese sons and daughters have been busy for a hundred years.

When I mention the year of Xin Chou, I think of the treaty of Xin Chou. It's not easy to be 100 now!

Looking back on a hundred years, it's a snap of your fingers.

A hundred years of wind and rain have changed the world.

Thanks for a hundred years, friendship is as heavy as a mountain.

In another hundred years, it will still be the day of the people!

I wrote a couplet to commemorate today.

A window of bamboo shakes the cold moon, without rain or snow;

Three trees and crape myrtle cover the low wall, showing elegance.

The relationship between leveling and leveling is

Flat and light, flat and light;

Even, even, even.