Heavy snow fell all over Nanshan.
Miao Shanyin is far away in the East China Sea, playing a harp in the pavilion where the stars and the moon rise together. She raises her eyes and looks back to the Central Plains.
Miao Qianshan put away his paper umbrella at the top of Qinchuan Mountain. He lowered his eyebrows and inserted his long sword into the sinking sword pool.
People who return to the mountains after heavy snow will not return.
Intention: You are the dragon head, and the dragon head should not have feelings.
