Listening to the snow fall in the cold years, there is pure joy in the floating world. It's cold, make a cup of warm tea, stand by the window and listen to the snow. There are two kinds of warmth in the world, one is warmth around the stove on a snowy night, the other is warmth with a pot of tea on a rainy night. Frost and snow blowing all over one's head can be regarded as a total white head. Snow falls every year, snow falls every year, slowly and for a long time. Boil a pot of time tea, use snow as water, and smell the fragrance of a plum, it is a good time. On a snowy night, turn on the stove, cuddle up together, and listen to the sound of snow falling without a trace. In this world, everyone has snow, and everyone has his or her own darkness and brightness. The beauty in this world is destined. The moment you hear the snow, a quiet lotus will bloom in your heart. It is also lonely, weak, and dejected, but most of the time, it surprises a heart. We cannot see all the snow that falls in a person's life. Everyone spends the winter alone in their own lives. I once saw a time traveler who took two heavy snowfalls from his body, carried a basket of fire from his heart, and walked through the entire winter alone.
Concept: ancient costume romance