Text: Jiang Erer.
There is no minus Celsius.
It's not very cold either.
There is also no protection from the cold at all.
There was not a trace of resistance.
I thought it was raining outside the window.
The white expanse.
The heart is roaring. I was standing on the doorstep of my snowy house.
It's like seeing an old friend I haven't seen in years.
We couldn't sleep all night.
I'm afraid that when I wake up, it will disappear.
Not the slightest bit of defense.
Didn't look at the weather forecast either.
I haven't been to Longquan Mountain.
Didn't bother to wait.
Here it comes. Like it was more than a decade ago.
Snowflakes were flying all over the sky.
Graceful singing.
Be in awe. I was standing at the subway exit at Dongzikou.
It's like seeing a scene from more than ten years of college.
I didn't want to leave for a long time.
Because what a luxury it is to snow in Chengdu.
Without a single reminder.
There was also no vacancy to take pictures.
There was not a hint of reverie.
Nor is there a single logo.
It just fell overnight.
There are people walking in the snow.
Someone is looking up at the window.
Someone is greeting Morning Glow.
Affection in my heart. But I floated and sank in my dreams with a scene.
Like the person who saw the longing for a long time.
Don't dare to wake up. Because I know goodbye is a stranger.
A snow that does not fall endlessly, winter indifference.
Endless lovesickness becomes a disease.
This snow can't finish the stubbornness in my heart.
I can't finish writing about the joys and sorrows of life.
That snow took away the scenery somewhere.
can't take away the moon at the end of the world.
It's snowing in my city.
I really want to wait for the old man to come back and admire.
It's snowing in the city.
I knew I would never hear from him.
In some places, snow is a feast for the eyes.
In some places, it snows, and it is a kind of spiritual sustenance.