Walking in the Snow in Search of Plum Blossoms

He still remembered the snow that year, but now it was so heavy, with flakes falling from the sky that he looked up at. Until many years later, he still remembered the warmth he took from her hands that day. It's like a warm spring slowly lingering in my heart. Even now I raise my hand to cover it, but it's not warm anymore. The snow in Gusu City lasted for three days, and the whole city was buried in the white sky and earth. The City God's Temple has long been abandoned. The whistling sound rolled up the heavy snow and hit the dilapidated ridge of the roof, leaking into the house along the damaged eaves. In the corner was a cold, stiff piece of cotton that looked black, gray, and torn. It suddenly shuddered with the howling wind outside the temple, and then made a cluster of weak sounds, followed by a gurgling sound coming from somewhere. The tattered cotton cloth finally slowly unfolded from its stiff curled up shape, and two clear eyes emerged from the darkness. It turned out to be a young man with a head of knotted and messy hair, but he could not hide his spirituality. He was really hungry and had been freezing all night. Now his limbs were stiff, as if he could hear his bones cracking if he moved even a little. This was of course his own wild thoughts. After struggling for a long time, he finally got up and wrapped the tattered cotton-padded clothes he picked up from nowhere tightly around his body. He also picked up a chipped porcelain bowl, held it in his arms like a treasure, and then walked with difficulty to open the door. The snow outside seemed to have stopped, but the cold wind was like knives, blowing on his exposed cheeks. He couldn't help frowning, and wrapped himself tightly. The ancestors in his belly had been clamoring all night, and he had no reason to ignore it anymore. He had to survive, at least through this winter. Intention: Missing the lover