Ahhh, I coded it on my phone last night when I couldn't sleep~ I guess the plot was so awesome that I left it in my sleep, so it was more like a descriptive paragraph...
I just don't know if it's because I've been crazy about the heat recently, so I always have the scene of A Zhan and A Yan in the snowy winter in my mind. Maybe it's also because I always want to see the inner courtyard of the palace, where the princes and nobles are covered in fur and mourning the spring and autumn...
That's too far off... I don't mind the scummy writing style! ! ! ~[Cover face
The title can be said to come from a poem like "Winter Sadness"... The original poem is:
In those days, I was a lazy traveler. Willful and less reserved. Drive to Manaul. Holding a bear-ear cup in the evening. Fold flowers and step into Qishui. Fuse looks at Congtai. Prosperity has changed from the past. Sickness comes suddenly. Focus on the three winter months. The clouds of sorrow gather and return. The sky is high and the sun is light. Lin Jinniao mourned. The final wind stirs up the eaves. There are strips of remaining snow. Traveling through Xiwanluo. Hesitation is now a waste of time. Current affairs will be gone. Caressing oneself makes one sad.
Conception: