In the past, I was in the ancient city of Jimo.
"Dingle bell... Dingle bell..." The bells between the saddles and ears made a clear sound as the green horses moved. There were only a few people walking hurriedly in cotton-padded clothes on the empty street, eager to return home to the warm kang to be with their wives and children.
The young master on horseback seems to be different. He didn't rush his horse, but looked at the darkening sky for a long time and murmured: "Ah, it's going to snow."
The sound is clear and crisp, like the melting snow in early spring.
A girl in the distance from the tower approached holding an umbrella. The reason why I saw her at a glance was because her unhurried pace was similar to that of a green horse.
When they were still a hundred steps away from the young man, the first snowflakes appeared from the front of the wine shop on the street. When the girl raised the edge of her umbrella, they were only ten steps away, and the umbrella could be covered with snow.
The girl squinted her eyes and looked at the man in white on the tall horse. Suddenly, snowflakes hit her face. The man saw an unforgettable scene in his life.