The First Knife in the Snow

Looking back on the Baihua Mountain, I suddenly remembered the thoughts of the ancients. After ten years of confusion and indifference, how can I continue to watch the snow and my temples turn white. Li Xuehan shook his head and said: It's too late. It's ten years too late. My heart is already discouraged, my mind is cold, and I no longer have the original intention. He drank up the remaining wine on the table and said slowly: The green plum has become moldy, the bamboo horse has been ruined, the two children have grown up, and you and I can never go back to the past.