Time repeats itself as yesterday

Today, however, it is called the New Year

The noise of firecrackers permeates the universe

The taste of dumplings is overwhelming

People who are staggered

Laughter and laughter

A kind of gathering is celebrated

- It's called reunion

Floating in someone else's city

A radish, half a bottle of liquor

will be an inexplicable emotion

Crunch crunched and swallowed

Alcohol irritates

Tossing and turning in the belly

Stumbled

On the clouds

I don't feel the special nature of the wine

Radish is still the same taste as before

It's just a fading artillery battle outside the window

A reminder that it's someone else's New Year

"Wandering Love and Affection" We 74, Someone else's New Year is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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