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It was winter at that time. I temporarily rented a small house. A city in the north-northwest is very cold, windy and cool.
Get up early during the day and go to class. Lying on the window of the classroom watching the snowflakes falling, I suddenly felt very gentle.
The city named Lanzhou is located in the mountains. When you look up, you can see the snow on the top of the mountain.
Late at night, I habitually turn on the computer, put my finger on the cold keyboard and stare blankly at the screen-it's really a lonely gesture.
Writing on a snowy night must be a beautiful image. Beyond the cold, there is a passion in my heart. Everyone has had a dream of rivers and lakes, right? So, in countless late nights, when others are sleepy, I stand on the balcony and look at the falling snowflakes in the night, thinking of "looking at each other and forgetting each other like a song", which contains your common dream.
This story was first written on the snowy night in 2006 and continued on the snowy night in 2008. And when I came to Changsha from Lanzhou, my life changed. What remains unchanged is that I will still stand on the windowsill and watch the rustling snowflakes and listen to them falling gently, light and gentle, like nature.
The ear has been infected and inflamed recently, and the hearing is inevitably affected, and some of it has declined. Sometimes people whisper to me. ...