In this year, the four seasons change, the sun and moon rotate. Spring has flowers, autumn has the moon, summer has cool breeze, and winter has snow. In this year, joy and sorrow intertwine, happiness and suffering coexist. Life is like a journey, I am already a traveler. Bamboo stick and straw sandals are lighter than horses. Who fears the rain and mist of a straw cape throughout their life? In this year, time flies like yesterday, like a white horse passing a crevice. I want to buy osmanthus flowers and drink together, but it is not the same as the youthful wanderings. I lie awake at night, listening to the wind and rain. My temples are already covered in gray hair. It is also in this year, where there are encounters, separations, reunions, and memories. Flowers bloom and fall, but there is always a time for them. Meeting and gathering were never intentional. In this year, I was laughed at, recognized, affirmed, and questioned. I remain unaffected by favor or disgrace. I watch the flowers bloom and fall in the courtyard, indifferent to staying or leaving, and look at the clouds roll and disperse on the horizon. In this year, there are gains and losses, expectations and regrets. Helpless, the flowers wither and fall, seeming to have met before as the swallows return. I don't know where the human face goes. The peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. In this year, the original intention remains unchanged, and the struggle continues. Though it is tiring to sift through thousands of sands, blowing away the wild sand reveals the gold. The road is long and far-reaching. I will seek and explore from top to bottom. In 2025, may we listen, watch, and follow the wind, walk and forget, and remain composed. All desires are fulfilled, and all actions lead to a smooth path. Every year is a good time, every morning is a beautiful scene. Be carefree and worry-free, and enjoy a happy and free life! 😁😁😁