Under the ruthless tempering of time, standing in the cold wind, I feel endless loneliness and confusion. Countless passes, the cold wind rubs wantonly, and the melancholy in memory has been tied into a dead knot by time and cannot be touched. The oath of the past came to the beat of the drum, and the frost flowers that remained in the corners of my eyes could not freeze my trekking steps.
The small river flowing slowly in my hometown can't rip off the ripples under the full moonlight. I suspect that in every road you have traveled, there will always be an encounter that you have omitted. The stars of my hometown are like white horses passing through the gaps, and the tears in the corners of my eyes once again verify the ferry stranded on the snow in winter. In the cold wind, I could not see the fluctuations of the river, I could only silently feel it flowing slowly in my heart.
He began to question his own direction, and his longing for his hometown became helpless and pale. The beauty and expectation of the past are buried in the icy snow, waiting for the arrival of spring. In such a long wait, I stood in the cold wind, feeling the coldness and anticipation of the news from afar. I try to recall the details that have disappeared, trying to find the slightest trace of emotion and warmth.
And now, I can only feel the smoke stretched by the sky, swaying silently in front of the frozen windows. I hesitated, but I couldn't stop. On this cold winter night, I felt my heart also start to freeze and become crystal clear. It is an unspeakable loneliness and confusion, a fear and insecurity about the future.
However, even in moments like these, I firmly believe that as long as there is hope in my heart, I will be able to find my way back. I will continue to move forward, to find the warm home that belongs to me, to find the sincere feelings that belong to me. No matter how difficult the road ahead is, I will continue with determination, because I know that only in this way can I truly find my own way back.