At the end of the long silent winter, the sound of firecrackers welcomes the God of Wealth. Wearing a warm veil, standing by the window, but still, the wind is cold, there are no flowers, it is cold in the middle of winter, and there is little warmth in the winter night!
Every year is different, and the seven altars are renovated every year. The good years pass by quietly, but they are still the same. Chatting on the screen is just a new friend!
The dew and white frost clear the silent night, and the cup warms the palms of your hands. Tap the key, read the post quietly, slide the screen slowly, laugh and recite interesting articles, and sleep late at night with the cool tea!
