+++++++++++++++++++++++ Micro story: [Snow in Brahma City] +++++++++++++++++++++ [The content of this story is purely fictitious] +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ [Narration] +++++++ Every city has endless stories that can make people feel happy or sad. But each of us is the creator of these stories... ++++++++ In the cold twelfth lunar month of winter, with heavy snowfall and freezing temperatures, the winter in eastern Guizhou is so cold that people jump to their feet. At this season of the year, almost no one wants to go out. However, in a cemetery in Qiandong City, such a scene appeared. The snow-covered cemetery was marked with a series of footprints. Looking in the direction the footprints pointed, I saw a woman in a white wedding dress holding flowers and leaning in front of an unnamed tombstone, seemingly telling something... No one knew why she was here, and no one knew what happened. Because there are countless stories happening in this world every day, but Qiandong is just a small corner of this world. But the story we are going to tell you today starts here...
Intention: Nothing is perfect in the world, live in the present, do it and cherish it.