Liu Zhinan Rises Up, in the Misty Rain of Floating Sun

[Short Story][Literary Youth][Practice Writing] The willow wind was singing, waves were rising on the lake surface, and boundless snow fell on Yuxin Lake, dancing wildly in the sunset. The man in the boat jumped gently, step by step, stepping on the snow, stepping on the afterglow of the setting sun, and stepping on his broken reflection on the lake, and arrived among the clouds.