After another rain, New York is getting colder and colder. Facing the wind, my thoughts return to the frozen land of Bosnia and the extreme days of blizzards...
Then a short piece of Tang poetry gradually emerged in my mind: I want to drive away the light cavalry, the heavy snow covers my bow and sword...
I began to describe the scene on the snowy night and the dark moon. The enemy fled in a hurry under the cover of the moonlight. The general led the light cavalry to pursue. A heavy snow began to fall. Within a moment, the bow and knife were covered with snowflakes, covering up the cold light of the weapon...
After a day and night of work, the short story "The Story of Plum Blossoms" was completed.
Intention: Anecdotes, fantasy