Snow Falls in the Palm of Your Hand

Song Guanqi is the concubine of a professor in Qizhou Fuxue. On a snowy day, I went to pay my respects to my aunt-in-law. The old clothes with frayed cuffs caught my eye for a moment. The murmur of "I only received a cabbage" from the back door of the kitchen fell into my ears like the tip of a needle. When I was seven years old, I had a high fever. My aunt said, "My concubine has to wait for the master's nod when she is sick." No one came when it got dark. Later, she saw her aunt peeling oranges for her daughter through the window pane, and the family laughed under the lamp. She stood outside the window and finished reading, then turned and left. There is no noble person descended from heaven, no sudden turn of events. She just doesn't want to wait for someone else to live for her. So he started copying books and earned his first penny word for word. I started writing storybooks, and built up a little reputation one sentence at a time. Later, someone saw her writing through several canna bushes. That person understood her story and understood her as a person. Things in this world are like snow in the palm of your hand. If you can't hold it, it won't last long. But she thought about it and stretched out her hand. She wanted to know what the temperature was when the snow fell on her palm. Reading Tips: The ancient saying grows, the water flows slowly, a story about a woman clumsily gaining a foothold with a pen. The emotional line is slow to control, 1v1.