Tang Liang, AU in the 1970s, Northeast China
Illiteracy Hall × Educated Youth
Warning for childish writing style! OOC warning! Warning for discrepancies between background and reality! Various warnings!
The cabin at the northernmost point in China welcomed a guest in May, an old man with white hair.
The owner of the cabin said that he came too early, there was no aurora now, and it was still very cold in Mohe. He smiled, with the innocence and yearning in his eyes like a child, and he said that this was the time.
Under the rather wide and thick coat, there is a straight back, like a pine in the Xing'an Mountains or a birch in the wind and snow. The smile on his lips was gentle and indifferent. He said that he finally returned to the Xing'an Mountains in his dream and Xilinji in his dream.
Closing his eyes, the cold spring wind that only exists in the Xing'an Mountains cut his aging and decadent lungs like a knife, but he was so happy. The white snow around him turned into green pines and white birches. In his ears, it seemed that he could hear the sound of the rolling waves of the Jingqili River. The Daur people, the Oroqen people, the Ewenki people, and the Hezhe people were all singing heartily.
Just like the 1970s when the heavy snow never aged, just like the Soviet veterans thinking about Katyusha, just like the lush years he can never go back to, and the blazing love he can never find again.
He had been trapped in the regular place of Sijiu City for too long, and finally came back to see the Xing'an Mountains in his dream.
He said, Meng Hetang, I am back.
Intention: The greatest love is called I hope you are well