The weather in Nanxun in December is not very good, and fine snow will occasionally float in the sky. After wandering leisurely around this ancient town for a few times, it quietly jumps down, smashes the calm mirror-like river surface, and is buried in it.
The man's figure was tall and tall, and his gray coat disappeared in the snow. He was alone, as if he had walked a long way.
As Wen Yan walked, he thought about his travels these past few days. He had just returned to China and had not yet fully adapted to life in China. He hurried to the studio within a few days, but was politely stopped by his assistant: "I'm sorry, Mr. Yu recently wanted to create a new work and went to other places to collect works. I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for you."
Concept: There are also stories of healing in small towns in Jiangnan