One night, I fell into a dream, led by a hairpin.
The snow fell softly in November of the second year of Xining, and his lover put a glazed hairpin on her hairpin.
May we go to work together every year and rely on each other day and night.
Three years later, the official issued an edict, participated in political affairs, had a wedding, and the city was full of people.
She and her lover went into the hall to worship each other, hoping to stay together forever.
Who knows?
When the worship was about to be completed, the beloved man with red candle slowly melted away.
The hairpin is gone and I wake up from the dream.
[This article is based on an imaginary background imitating the Song Dynasty]
Reader comments
The author's writing style is delicate and restrained. He does not deliberately pile up any cruel points, but uses detailed daily life and gentle expectations to reflect the emptiness after parting. The love in the story is pure and humble, like grasping a beam of light in the darkness. It has obviously reached out to touch the warmth, but in the end it can only guard the memories alone, storing the thoughts of the rest of its life into the years.
The author's writing style is delicate and restrained. He does not deliberately pile up any cruel points, but uses detailed daily life and gentle expectations to reflect the emptiness after parting. The love in the story is pure and humble, like grasping a beam of light in the darkness. It has obviously reached out to touch the warmth, but in the end it can only guard the memories alone, storing the thoughts of the rest of its life into the years.