Locked Windows and Cold

The drizzle hit my face, like light mist, and the raindrops felt particularly cool on my face. The warm tears flowed down my cheeks and into my mouth, which was actually bitter and astringent. There are many flowers and trees in the courtyard, and a rack of white roses exudes their fragrance. On both sides of the stone path leading to the backyard, there are "handfuls of snow" planted by myself. The snow-white flowers are as big as the mouth of a bowl. I remember that it was her twelfth birthday, and the mistress specially ordered a mother-of-pearl for her in the capital. She happily inserted it into her hair, but Bai'er accidentally dropped it to the ground. The beads were scattered in the peony field with "a handful of snow" in front of the Wangxian Pavilion surrounded by ancient trees. She was anxious and angry, and burst into tears. It was the finger with a mole that patted her forehead, and the iron ring passed in front of her eyes: "Xiao Luan, if you don't cry, master will give you another one. It's better than that one. How about it?" They are poor people who carry a lot, pursue a lot, expect a lot, and lose a lot... Forbidden love... All emotions are sinful, and no one is unjust