Candle of a Poor Family: Record of Wax Seal in the Blue Sky

The snow in the sixth year of Xianfeng acquired evil nature. First, snow particles like fine salt hit the green tiled roof of the Lin family, making a crackling sound. In the second half of the night, it turned into heavy snow, which fell heavily and silently, much like my father's gray temples in the last few months. Lin Hanchuan curled up on the wooden bed in the east wing, listening to the muffled sound of snowflakes breaking dead branches, hitting his heart with each sound.