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In the seventeenth year of Taihe, it snowed for the first time.
Outside Shen's Mansion, the visitor's clothes were in tatters, his hair and beard were as messy as fluffy grass, his eyes were hazy, his lips were chapped, and his steps were frivolous. The hand holding the door was covered with frostbite, and his body was stooped. When he looked closer, he saw two or three steamed buns as white as jade wrapped in blue and white floral cloth.
The man's frozen hand was still knocking on the door mechanically, but his movements became smaller and smaller, and his voice became weaker and weaker. Finally, he couldn't hold on any longer and fell outside the door of Shen's mansion.
The moment he fell, he felt a coldness on his back. On the eve of his confusion, the man looked at the dark night sky in confusion. The sky was as dark as ink, and little white snow particles fell.
Slowly, the snow fell heavier and heavier, and the man was covered with snow.
Later, this same person wrote in his notes:
"Wanwan, I hope you are well."
"Wan Wan, try your best to get extra meals."
"Wanwan, it's snowing again in Mobei"
"Wanwan, I miss you very much."
He carefully collected her broken heart piece by piece, placed them properly one by one, glued them together piece by piece with patience and tenderness, and then carefully put them back.
Remarks
1. It is a private establishment of the dynasty, so don't pay attention to it.
2. Group portrait.
Intention: Keep striving for self-improvement and there will be hope if you don't give up.