Suddenly someone loved me. Looking back, the mountains and rivers have entered the winter. If he gets wet by snow, his life will be white-haired.
If the bald head could be changed into snow, there would be no sad people in the world. At this time, if there is a gentleman on your side, why do you want to be a white head in the snow?
I suddenly thought of my old friend and recalled the days and nights I spent with him. It's old times. If meeting is spring, getting along is summer, but now it is autumn of parting.
But I keep thinking about her, and I can't forget it. Acacia is as overwhelming as snow, and it can't be stopped. What a pity that we can't be together when we are in love. In this heavy snow, we are surrounded by endless love. Even if we can't be together, it is another kind of growing old together.
The source of this poem is an online poem from Sun Xiaochuan. The author's net name is Flaubert. It means: in winter, two lovesick people are separated, but in the same snowflake in the sky, the snowflake turns white. These two people can also be counted as having the same bald experience.