On a winter night, silent and deep, I sat by the window, holding a scroll of Nalan Xingde's words in my hand. The warm light inside contrasts with the chill outside the window, as if two worlds meet. Moonlight shone through the window on the desk. A cup of tea, exuding a faint heat, the fragrance of tea curls, slowly spreading in the air, accompanying me through the long river of history, into that distant era.
Nalan's words have an indescribable beauty, beautiful and elegant, beautiful and desolate. It seems that every word, every sentence, carries his sentimental heart. In this quiet night, I seemed to be able to travel through time and space, connect with his heart, feel his happiness, his sadness, and his helplessness.
When reading his words, I can always feel that Nalan Xingde's heart is like the moonlight of this night, bright but hazy, always so unpredictable. His words are like a dream, a dream about love, about life, about life. This kind of dream is both beautiful and heart-wrenching.
His words, like this night's tea, are warm and deep. Every time I read a sentence, it is like drinking a sip of tea, with a faint bitterness, but an endless aftertaste. His words have a kind of magic that can make people find a trace of comfort in sorrow and a trace of warmth in loneliness.
Nalan's words, like the cold wind of this winter night, are cool and clear, revealing an indescribable charm. Every time I turn a page, it is like stepping into a classical painting, full of poetry and picturesqueness, but also mixed with a touch of sadness. His words, like the stars in a winter night, shimmer with a moving light even though they are far away.
Sitting here, I seem to be able to hear every word, every sentence of Nalan Xingde's pen, telling his story. His words are not only the remembrance of the past years, but also the helplessness of the future fate. Every sentence is like a pearl, scattered in the long river of history, shining with the light of wisdom.
The coldness of the winter night is intertwined with the warmth of the word, creating a unique feeling. Nalan's words are not only the accumulation of words, but also the flow of emotions. Every word of his is like a song, singing the joys and sorrows of life and the bitterness and joy of the world.
Reading Nalan's words, I felt as if I had been transported into a different world. In this world, there is no distraction of reality, only the beauty of words and the purity of emotion. Every sentence is like a kind of healing, ** the pain in my heart.
Such a night is suitable for reading Nalan's words. His words, like a cup of tea, are warm and deep. Every time I read a sentence, it is like tasting a sip of tea, with a faint bitterness and an endless aftertaste. There is a magic in his words that allows one to find inner peace in reading.
In this winter night, with Nalan Xingde's words as a companion, I quietly felt the faint sadness and infinite warmth. On this peaceful evening, feel the pure beauty.
From: 2024-02-10 "Lanzhou**".