Writing Letters in the Snow

[I bloom in the depths of winter, just as brightly as a flower in spring.]

In those years, he was in Shanghai, and she was in Harbin.

When she went to Shanghai, he returned to Harbin.

In the end, distance had put them on separate paths. Those meant to part would always part.

Fortunately, books still say: You can meet again anywhere in life.

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Theme: Old soldiers never die; their flame is passed on.