Runsheng died in a heavy snowfall. He lay on the bed and looked out the window at the falling snow. The red plum blossoms falling in the snow were like a few drops of warm blood, clinging quietly to the snow.
Song Runsheng burst into tears.
The past should be covered by the white snowflakes, but the bright red blood continues to spread, turning a blood vessel into a river.
Su San left Hongdong County and walked to the main street. I feel miserable before I speak, but the gentlemen of the past listened to my words. Which one is going to Nanjing to pass the message to my Saburo? It is said that if Su San loses his life, I will repay him by being transformed into a dog or horse in the next life. People say that the flowers in Luoyang are like brocade, but it is not spring when the slaves come. He bowed his head and left Hongdong County.
Purpose: to show the writer's unfeeling