Did you just change your cell phone screen for an empty date horse? The dynamic card in the circle of friends, the horse, the wind, the background of the gold, the word "false" in the background, and the sound of a clear whirlwind — where is this card? It's clearly the red horse of the digital age, the four-legged horse that comes straight to your heart。
In the old saying, “mad to success”, the ancients ride their mail, 800 miles in a hurry, and the horse breathes white air and enters the palace door. Now we don't have to stand, we don't have to saddle, but the rush, the heat, the need to get it. "look, your cousin's e-year drawings, the horse's carrying yuanbao, and the tail's throwing out a firecracker!" the child seized the screen with his mobile phone, and the horse immediately turned around and typed his nose with the four big words "good luck" — the tradition was not lost, but a pair of running shoes。
Someone frowns: the electronic greeting card is more frowned on than the ink of the spring union? Can it smell better than the brand-new ink in the old money seal? But think about it, when he was young, grandpa had a telegraph with the word "mother's return" and he ran 30 miles along the way with a note; father's first b. P. Got "happy new year" and immediately returned to the phone, and the sound of a busy sound in the cans was a good laugh. The tools are changing, the heart is still changing. The e-cari is home-grown, and it's called "jasmine" by grandma. It's clearly a year-long tie, condensed into a second of warm current。
It's about power and gas. An electronic greeting card is made of a bouquet full of gold and treasure pots, and a cat with money, but it's like a horse full of bells, running fast and arguing over ears. It's the light in the eye of the horse, the hair moving in the wind, not the hollow under the hoof, the pebble road in the homeland, the old tree by the tan field, the hotness of the dumplings on the table of the year's dinner. A greeting card was designed, an old porcelain cask was placed on the back of the horse, and a piece of paint fell down along it, containing half a cup of tea -- in this particular case, how many swimmers were staring at the screen and suddenly hot。
You ask: "do we have good faith in group hair?" of course, if you send a hand-painted margarita to an old classmate who hasn't seen him for 10 years, the horse's saddle bears the name of his university and hides the name of his home river, he returns a teary face bag with the adjective “this horse knows me”. You see, technology is never cold, it's cold when people don't bend over and plant the temperature。
It doesn't have to be squealing, it doesn't have to be hot, as long as it's still running, just as soon as the person who took it recognizes, “this is my name, this is my country sound, this is the soup that i miss”, and it's on a digital beat and it's steady. Do you send the cards this year, or do you choose the three-point template, or do you want to paint, record and bury the eggs? Remember, horses run as fast as they can, and know the way home。
