Pause Key Poem by Cui Gya

Dear
I smell a kind of new brand year
It's the kind of smell that you are looking forward
To the end of the new year

I don't think
This is the psychological Moore's law
It is a virtual reunion
That is felt during the festival of staying put

So fast, so fast
The express delivery of spring festival goods
Ordered by family and for family came into the door
Intimate thoughts
It is no longer the same as before
More convenient, more convenient
We have a video connection
There is voice, face and expression
It's faster than New Year's greetings in physics

Once you and those Spring-Festival transportation
This year
The pause button has been pressed