The Remaining Flowers Splashed Down, Leaving Both People Dead and Unknown.

I haven't been sleeping well recently, especially when I take a nap at noon. I always have various dreams, but the strange thing is that the scene in the dream is always the same. At first, I didn't care much, but I just felt exhausted after waking up, my head was as heavy as a big stone, and I couldn't breathe. Of course, it's not just the short lunch break at noon. Even at night, I also have such dreams and wake up in the middle of the night. I think this may have something to do with the poor business in the store. Even after a week, there may not be a few waves of people coming to visit. Fortunately, I have loved reading books since I was a child, and I thought my writing was impeccable, so I earned some negligible royalties. In the past few days, the air has plummeted and the sky has been covered with heavy snow. The whole city has been put on a new silver-white outfit. The snow is falling silently, scattered all over the world, and the red plum trees are standing on the branches, exuding the only vitality in the silent world. If you follow the leisurely style of the past, you will be lazy in the teahouse, take a ladle of snow water and wait for it to melt, cook fresh snow pears on a low fire, and have a pot of Tangxue boiled pears that are sweet and go down your throat. On the ceramic vase on the case were freshly picked red plums stained with snow, exuding a faint and quiet red plum fragrance. It's exactly the same scene, except that Song Yinchen and Song Wanning are missing. "The first flower makes me sad, reflecting on the moon, and the morning glow is beautiful. The fragrance of sipping jade dew, wanting to hide it, is revealed again, and the veins are shy. The second plum blossom brings tears to autumn, the auspicious clouds wander, and the bluebirds visit and stay. When the moon comes, the shadows fill the building with fragrance, and the pink clouds and white snow moisten the eyes. Plum blossoms The three lanes are full of fragrance. The mist is dim and the mist is lingering. Who can hold back the sunset? The plum blossoms suddenly appear, and the plum blossoms are fragrant. Do you know that the world of mortals is lucky to be with you? Day after day, year after year, things are different, people are different, everything is gone, the old friend has gone, leaving only the words in the boudoir. When I think about it, the days of getting along with the brother and sister Song Yinchen and Song Wanning are gone forever. It was also on such a snowy day, such a teahouse, and such Tangxue Boiled Pears, that we became connected because of the song "Three Plum Blossoms". I am good at pipa, Song Yinchen is good at flute, and Wan Ning is good at qin. Pipa, since the two of them passed away, I haven't touched Pipa for a long time. I looked at the pipa that was already covered with dust in the corner, and felt a trace of sadness in my heart. I no longer knew my best friend, and the sound of the pipa was broken. "There will be no sound from the two places. I can only look east and west at the bright moon." The dead are dead, but the living have to continue to endure suffering. Intention: Thousands of sheets of paper, thousands of pens falling down, living for a lifetime, nothing more than three taels of broken silver