That year before the snow.
She buried her girlish heart in his time.
She hoped that the coming spring would be warm and the flowers would bloom, so that she could wait for the swallows to whisper.
He told her that was his message.
Another night of west wind.
At night.
The moon is at the zenith.
Ye Manlou in front.
It turns out that red leaves and red flowers will wither.
It's just before the flowers fall and the leaves fall.
The snow came a little late this year.
She came into the world the night before the first snowfall.
When she was a child, her father once told her that the moon was full on the west building that night.
She almost became a princess, just one day earlier than Snow White.
Fortunately, in this life, she is waiting for a prince.
Her prince is neither white nor chariot, but he belongs to her alone.
Thank God.
Your kindness has not abandoned this leaf.
This leaf finally became a red leaf.
It became a poem written in front of the snow.