Half a year later, she returned to Beijing. During the twelfth lunar month, the winter plum blossoms were in full bloom, and it was snowing heavily. The flowers in the south were scattered one after another, and the stars were buried in the snow piles. Only that faded red color was placed in the letter by her and placed in front of his grave, hoping that it would never fade away.
She smiled, spelled out a few words intermittently through her sobs, and was blown far, far away by the wind.
Intention: grasp
