Bai Ou perched on the waterfront and looked at me silently, as if to ask: sleeping by the stream at night, blocked by ice and snow, no parking; There is still nowhere to go. Would you like to stay? If it's voluntary, why frown? The night wind came, lifted the cabin curtain and blew out the lights in the cabin. Alone on the river boat, only the figure is the companion, facing the lonely shadow, I can't help but miss the scene of swimming with my old friends.
Where did all my old friends who used to swim together go today? Looking back at that time, the outside of the building was full of spring scenery, strolling among the flowers. Green waves rippled in the lake, and the boat was tied under the willow beside the embankment. Dream, dream, let me relive the old dream in my dream. But it is difficult to find an old swimmer in my dream, only the cold water in front of me flows freely. It was snowing all over the sky outside the cabin, staring at the dense clouds, letting them fall on the body and soaking the cotton-padded clothes. It is said that no one is more sad than me. Tonight, the plum blossoms in the snow are as white and sad as me.
In the cold picture, the word is intertwined with deep sadness and warm memories, as free and chic as capriccio.