New Year Frost and Snow

This story only has tens of thousands of words. I just wanted to write a simple short story, but I also hope it will be deeply loved by readers. The old courtyard is covered with deep moss, and we swore an alliance under the moon. It's hard to understand the words "tear-stained on the cloud paper". A farewell to hell separates life and death. It's frosty and cold, I'm alone in the mandarin quilt, I always hate the spring breeze and I wake up from my dream. Bone the incense pin to record the name. When I woke up, I could not find Qingqing anywhere.