【Mountains and rivers are unharmed, all people are safe】
Text: Falling snow stains dust
At the end of December, the desolation and loneliness that had never been thought of before spread with a sudden pain.
I heard that there was snow in Chang'an today, and the four sides were different, I didn't know anything else, and where I looked up, I didn't see it all day.
I wanted to welcome the wind and snow that ushered in, but it turned out that even a passerby was not a passerby, but it was in vain to cause sorrow.
When he did not see the falling snow, he wrote a good or bad one: when the prosperity ended, the thin dead branches would re-bloom a tree flower, which was plain white and pure, and it was winter snow.
The weather was overcast, and even if there was no snow falling, it did not recede. Dead branches and leaves fell on the long street in pieces, just a few pedestrian figures, the wind blowing on the face, cold, hard, no gentleness to speak of.
The mist was half-suppressed, and the sky was shrouded in a low voice. Like the city at hand, the depression is somewhat breathless, all the hustle and bustle, overnight, it is quiet.
I'm in the city, he's sick. And all I can do for it is to be quiet and not to disturb, to pray for an early pass.
The north wind will blow away the dust, the fog will disperse, and the sky will re-penetrate the dark clouds, and the clouds will rest. Passing through the window, you can still see the lights of thousands of homes, just like usual, but different, and eventually it will be the same as usual.
The mountains and rivers will be unharmed, the hustle and bustle will return, and the world will be safe.
Author: Falling snow stained dust
A person who is accustomed to memories, a person who is accustomed to not being able to put it down, a red dust passerby who is upside down and displaced. Three thousand passers-by, ten zhang red dust, meeting you is fate, thank you for your liking.
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