A Little Snow Falls Between the Eyebrows

At that time, I was young and ignorant. I held my master's sleeve and was not afraid of anything. Later, Xian Yi and Ang Ma were young and angry, and didn't understand the meaning of her dispensable company. However, the rivers and lakes were like tides, and they finally went together hand in hand and rode their horses back alone. It suddenly occurred to me that that year she raised her head in front of the window and let the snowflakes fall on her brows, waiting for him to lift his sleeves to brush them away. The so-called road to the world was just her holding an umbrella, walking towards the young man, and saying, never let down your original intention.