Winter Snow Paints My Homesick Heart

Longing is a bond, a bridge, and an outcome.

I always feel that those who miss their hometown will find their way back in winter.

Now that winter has arrived and frost and snow are about to fall, will you and I meet again in our hometown?

Beautiful memories vanish in the blink of an eye, like dazzling fireworks. We cannot hold on to them, only quietly keep them in our hearts.

Welcome to read this short story about winter. Thank you.