Not Going to Spring

In the twelfth lunar month, the snow in Jianjia Pavilion fell and melted. Who would have thought that when I clutched my frozen hands and asked for a charcoal basin, I would not have thought that the entanglement in this life would start from the first meeting over a wall. When Xie Jinhuai returned with the border wind and snow, When Li Chengyin's dragon robe was stained with her tears, This love and hate that spanned half a lifetime was finally trapped in the obsession of "not going to spring" - she once thought that spring was the promise under the cherry tree, Later I realized that some springs are destined to be missed from the beginning. - Motto: Regrets are common