In the dream, the howling wind blew away every cloud.
In the evening dusk there is the sound of the long wind's piccolo, and in the clear moonlight there is the gradually falling fine snow. The evening breeze blew the bamboo shadows on the ground and swayed the window edges, and the rain beat down on the banana trees, which made me sad. In the distance, the Jianjia trees beside the ancient bridge are already green. Ten miles of lotus flowers, three autumn osmanthus seeds, a night of light smoke and flowing water.
The man, dressed in a green military uniform, suddenly looked back from where he was leaning on the railing, his beauty shining brightly. This is exactly what I practiced before joining the army three years ago.
The face of the man in the dream was vague, and his pupils were like a silent wilderness filled with heavy snow.