Night Is Coming

The stars extinguished one by one at the end of the long night, and the pale tide overflowed the sky; the mountains in the world were silent, the bronze bells of ancient temples rang to themselves, and the dull cracking sound came from the ice in the north. On the same night, there were no clouds and snow falling in the southwest of Dayong. The old locust trees at the entrance of the village were blooming in the severe winter. Every house in Qinghe Village is closed, and the stove fire is about to go out. Only one lamp shines through the wind and snow, illuminating a small piece of land in front of the door that is not covered with snow.