Sunset and the magical moon.
Pancakes look good and it snows.
Lyric if you want.
I'm hungry. I want to eat pie.
This is a poem by Qing Ping, a poet from Peking University. The legend was written in the dormitory of Peking University. I don't know how this poet who always lies in bed watching martial arts came up with such a wonderful poem. But every time it snows, I always think of this poem, and I always think of such a scene: one winter evening, the poet was lying reading, and suddenly he heard someone shouting "It's snowing, it's snowing" outside, so inspiration suddenly came and the poem blurted out.