It's as white as snow on the mountain and as bright as the moon among the clouds.
My love is like the white snow in the mountain stream, and the bright moon in the clouds is pure and untainted by a trace of dust, but why can't I get your sincere treatment?
The cold north wind shook the creaking window lattice, and the lamp on the tea table danced with the long sleepless night. The firewood in the corner danced with strange shadows, but it could not drive away the severe cold in this room. Xiangru, do you remember how many winters like this I have been waiting for you?
I think of many years ago when you held my hand and walked through the vast white snow. I stepped on your footprints step by step and watched the snowflakes fall on your flying hair. I naively thought that as long as we kept walking like this, we could grow old together.
A pair of people from generation to generation. Xiangru, it was you who personally tore up the dream you weaved for me.
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