[[Red Sleeve Reading - The First "Global Essay Contest"] Entries] That year, it snowed heavily in Nanjun, and I still remember that the city was full of silk and the long streets were paved with ink, and this person was tired of walking in the world, and the plum blossoms that were scorching like red glow did not survive the cold winter; Even if you lean on the fence every day to see the general, what if you stay alone in the empty city for three years, you can only see the beacon fire. It's been a few decades, but it's just a ridiculous dream......