Limit 500 words
It's snowing, and the crystal snowflakes are flying like jade flakes in the gray sky and earth, falling silently and without destination.
It fell on the roofs and doors of the shops on both sides of the street; it fell on the roadside, which was shivering in the howling cold wind, silently waiting for the spring to sprout new buds; it fell on the smiling faces and hearts of the couples on the street; it also fell on my lonely and sad face. Snow flakes condensed in the corners of my eyes, and coolness flowed down my plump and white cheeks, just like a drop of tears falling from my clear and bright eyes like autumn lake water.
I lament that I am almost 30 years old, and I still have to spend a Valentine's Day alone without a lover. Why! How pitiful!
I was holding a box of my favorite strawberry-flavored cream cake in my hand, sitting depressed on the white swing in front of a red-roofed, white-roomed cake shop called "Dulin" that I often patronized.
Where are people? Why hasn't he shown up yet? I don't want to be an old maid all my life! I