Pruning Snow

It's snowing again, and the thick snow is pressing on the tree branches, making them crumbling. This is the twenty-fifth year since I married Shen Yu. I have watched this snow scene for twenty-five years. Last time I scolded Shen Yu severely. He learned a lot and finally stopped bothering me. His ears became much clearer. He no longer appears in front of me openly. Sometimes I see his figure inadvertently, and I pretend not to have seen it. That girl Su Zhi asked me what I wanted a while ago. I looked at the young face in front of me, and what flashed through my mind was my fleeting years here. I told her I wanted to go home. In a daze, I saw an unrealistic scene. The sun is a bit strong today and is particularly dazzling. Especially when it shines on the snow, it looks even more sparkling and dazzles me. The white sky fell on my face and body, and I gradually couldn't see clearly. At some point, Shen Yu's hair turned whiter than snow. I didn't push him away this time, I couldn't push him away.