There is a smell of new year's Eve all over the outside. There are firecrackers on the snowy street from time to time. The smell of new year almost suffocates me.
In my memory, the last few days are eating, playing cards, a group of people eating, drinking and singing everywhere. On the day of issuing graduation certificate, the class finally got together. This is the last reunion. We all know that it has come to an end.
His mother is very clean, clean everywhere, the room has not lived for half a year without any smell of damp bedding.
There was sunshine everywhere, not as bright as the one that broke the shade of the room; there was the wind that was languid to the sun, not as lively as the one that stirred the dreariness of the room.
There are thorns everywhere on the road of life, which is an indisputable fact.