Smoke and Dust in the Threshold·snowbirds (Text)

It should work this time, but there was something wrong with the one I posted last time, it didn't have the word count, haha (dry laugh) After escaping for more than ten years, I returned to Hangzhou with the person I love. What you think you have forgotten is actually what you remember the most. What people are best at is deceiving themselves and others. It's the season of catkins falling again, like the snow from the Snowy Mountains, falling one after another, both illusory and real. Mom, I'm back. The beautiful woman with long hair and a touch of sadness looked lonely in the willow snow with a smile on her face. Conception: