The scholar led the thin horse with heavy footsteps, walking alone in the snowy night... Many years later, the scholar passed by here again, the wind blew on the embankment, and the fragrance filled the air. The scholar stopped and raised the corner of his mouth...
"If you see him, you must call him brother, and don't call him a sour scholar again!..."
"If I can see you, I won't be afraid of not seeing the sun."
.......
The snow falls silently and the flowers bloom quietly.
Who warms this winter, who smoothes over this grudge and sorrow. If we meet again, please let me say this first:
"I love you!"