Looking Back at the Snowy Night

Some people say that if you want to write about Jiangnan, you can't just write about Jiangnan. I want to write about the spring buds of new trees in the south of the Yangtze River, the hazy mist and rain, the willows and flowers in red; the fishing boats singing in the evening to call people home, and the dragonflies floating in the water - well, it's a pity that the narrator's writing skills are immature, and what he wants to do is to cook a pot of tea in a small house, listen to the sound of rain outside, and tell a story that is unrestrained. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.