In my dreams, I always see a woman looking back at me with a happy smile in the sea of colorful snowflakes.
The woman has long black hair, loose and soft, and soft, bright black eyes, full of gentleness.
The layers of flowers reflect the clear shimmer, shining in the wind with colors only found in dreams, and there is only clear blue on the horizon.
A boy of two or three years old, wearing a lace shirt made of soft silk, was sitting in the sea of flowers, his little soft body was swaying,
The white jade-like face was stained with the colorful pollen of snow spike flowers, and the mouth pouted in a childish expression.
The woman turned around and smiled softer and more youthful. The little child raised his head, revealing his big almond-shaped eyes under his black broken hair.
The March wind blows, but it makes people feel slightly cold.