Library

Today, it is difficult to see heavy snowfall in the central and northern regions. Snowflakes are falling to the world, as if they are about to take root and grow. After a whole night, the city was completely white, covered in silver like a fairy tale town in the story, crystal clear and sparkling under the sunlight. Like Gu Yi's babble in his sleep, like the book of poems Gu Jiu chanted in a low voice, like Meng Qinghang playing a song, like the only thing worth remembering in the past nine years.

It is the day and night, the years and years, the pages of poetry in my heart, the murmurs in my dreams, the muteness of the years in the depths of time that only she can understand.