The world is full of snow
Summer is a crazy season.
Cicadas are chirping wildly, crops are growing wildly, and even the sun is extremely hot. Everything is wanton and fanatical, just like the men and women in the Decameron having an untitled joy that never ends in a villa outside the plague.
In such an anxious environment, I was enveloped in a small space but felt like I was in the harsh winter, as if I was enjoying the blessings of summer to myself.
Today is a good day, everything is clear, so some people choose to get married today. I looked at the talented man and the beautiful woman on the stage, and I was so lucky that I didn't stand beside you as a bridesmaid.
That makes me look like a lightbulb.
I looked up at the blue sky and suddenly remembered when we were very young. The weather is also so good. Let's go traveling together and steal melons from the melon fields.
The radish is very delicious, and the green onions are also delicious. It's all for free, and it couldn't be more delicious.
I slowly recalled it like this, from summer to autumn, from autumn to winter, until the unkempt child also grew up to the age of cardamom.
Suddenly I remembered a book I had read before, which said that marriage is a tomb. I couldn't help but laugh. I stand here, looking at you from a distance. When the banquet is over, you hide in the grave. I haven't moved yet, waiting for the snow to fall all over me.
My former lover, I witnessed it with my own eyes and buried you with a smile.
You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, but I sent them to the world with a head full of snow.
Intention: Cherish old people, old things, and old times. If you don't cherish them, they will all pass away.