It was very cold that day, so I wrapped myself in a thick quilt before falling asleep. That night I dreamed. In the dream, the sound of the piano was flying, and the sky was filled with snow.
Land. I couldn't see his face clearly in the haze. He was holding a wine glass, standing alone in the darkness.
"The jianjia is green and the white dew is like frost.
The so-called beauty is on the water side,
If you follow it back, the road will be long and blocked.
Traveling back from it, Wan is in the middle of the water. "
The sound seemed to have experienced thousands of rivers and mountains, and it was so faint that it was almost unrecognizable in my ears. Is this man Xiang Lang? I tried to walk in. But it seems that the running water has already separated me from him. I sat cross-legged by the water, listening to the constant sound of the piano, crying and complaining.
Until the man stood up and turned around. The moment he turned around, I sat there, unable to move.