No Snow Left

The cold young man x the gentle knight And the cold young man x the sickly emperor Yes, this is the story of Shura Field. The mountains and rivers are imprisoned between my fingers, but my beauty is old when I return. I don't know how many autumns I have been following this person in my dream. Hate will last forever with the sun and the moon, but the sunshine and snow will not stay. If you say "long live my emperor", why should you be obsessed with him? "As a bamboo horse, a thousand pounds of friendship exchanges half of the world; As the snow falls, one person's blessing is exchanged for the whole family's misfortune. Who said that, he desires to become an immortal demon with all his heart; Waking up from dreams, my eyes are full of hope and ruthlessness. " The child clapped his hands and sang a ditty that he didn't understand at all. His babbling voice sang a popular tragic song that made people laugh and cry. Oddly enough, this tune seemed to have started quietly in a certain brothel, and suddenly spread all over the country. The courtesans who had the name of each brothel knew it by heart, and they would feel a little ashamed if they couldn't sing it even in front of others. It's just that from beginning to end, no one knew who composed the music and who wrote the sad lyrics. The composer was as confusing as the story told in it that vaguely alluded to the current Holy Emperor, and it was quite surprising. What makes people even more curious is that this song has not been banned by any means. Even though it is sung all over the streets and alleys in the imperial city, it is as if they are collectively mute and say nothing. As a result, various versions of rumors spread. The most widely circulated was the forbidden love in troubled times involving the late emperor and the treasonous general Su Cheng. The child sang the song and jumped forward, very happy. Suddenly he stopped and stood blankly next to a big stone beside the valley, looking up at the stone blankly. He suddenly turned around and ran towards the village outside the mountain. While panting hurriedly, he did not forget to shout: "Father! Mother! The words on the fairy stone are covered with blood!" The big stone stood there quietly, and the two poems that seemed to exist on it were almost invisible due to the constant wind and snow. But the three big characters, still dripping with blood, are still clear. No snow remains.