Future self, how are you [Qintai Literature and Art]]

The midnight had entered the last hour, and the street lamps outside the window reflected a cold shadow. In this windy and cold winter, I greeted myself after many years with warmth word by word. Time flies. I thought I had caught something, but when I recalled the journey I had traveled, I suddenly felt […]

Snow buried the way home overnight, who to complain about nostalgia

Sit quietly in front of the window and watch the night fall quietly. In the distance, the shadow of the mountain was gradually dark, and the sight was blurred; Nearby, the river was flowing leisurely, and the Reed on the bank was withered and yellow, shrinking, letting the cold wind blowing the reed leaves moaning […]