Long Pavilion at Dusk

Many years later, at sunset, it looked like it was going to snow. He reined in his horse and walked into the inn nearby. A woman came up to her with a gentle voice: "Sir, are you staying in the hotel?" He nodded. The woman then led him to the side room. The doors and windows were sealed tightly, and no wind from outside could come in. The room was very lively with scattered voices. When passing the shopkeeper's house, his footsteps suddenly stopped. He looked at the man with his eyes lowered and playing with an old abacus. The crisp sound of the beads, one after another, seems to be counting year after year. Staring at that side face, I couldn't help but shout: "Chun'er." The abacus sound stopped. She looked up. Eyes facing each other. He shouted again, but much softer, as if unsure. Tears welled up in his eyes instantly, and he could see clearly that it was her, and she was still alive. Suddenly someone outside the door shouted: "It's snowing!" Everyone said one after another: "The first snow this year is a good sign!" He stood in the shop, helpless. He could only turn his head and look at the falling snow outside the door, watching the horse being led into the shed by the boy on the side.