Li Yuting is a typical literary young woman, which can be seen from her gentle appearance and full of knowledge, and it can also be seen from her profession - she is a writer. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

But not the kind of online writer who writes fast food articles, she is a freelance writer who writes for magazines and newspapers.

Since she was a child, she has won awards in many essay contests, and she has published articles in newspapers when she was in junior high school, and there is absolutely nothing to say about this aspect of writing, which is not only her natural talent, but also her acquired hard work, sometimes she doesn't have to think about it at all, she can pull out a large number of beautiful essays and sentences, and because of this, she knows many magazine editors, and many families are willing to accept the articles she writes, and the price is also very considerable.

She was born in a poor family, and with the millions of words she typed out countless days and nights, she bought a house, bought a car, and paid off her family's debts in this first-tier city, she is really proud.

Writing is the most important thing in her life and her greatest hobby, but ......

She also had times when her inspiration ran out, as she now sits from afternoon to evening, staring blankly at the computer screen and not being able to type a word.

This is a well-known domestic magazine asked her to write a romantic, touching, and antique love article.

She has been writing for so many years and has written many types of articles, urban grievances, family emotions, business wars, love disputes, and even sci-fi horror, etc., all of which she has written.

It stands to reason that such a thing as Kavin has nothing to do with her, but today she just can't write it.

"Romantic, touching, ancient love...... In fact, she has a few spare thoughts in her heart, but after thinking about it, she always feels that something is missing, and she can't meet her own requirements, which is also her principle all along-can't move her own words, and they will never send them out.

In the bright living room, she was alone with a sad face on the laptop on the table, and the wall clock was ticking and ticking.

Her mood became more and more irritable, and her brow became more and more furrowed.

Finally......

She decided to relax first.

Standing up, she went to turn on the TV, casually pressed a channel, and then walked to the dining room, took out the milk from the refrigerator, poured a glass, and just took a small sip, the mobile phone in her hand vibrate, she glanced at it, and sure enough, it ...... That hateful editor came to her again to urge her to draft, and the other party didn't know how many times he sent her these days......

"Hurry up! Tomorrow is the deadline! ”

Looking at these words, Li Yuting patted her forehead helplessly.

"Ah, forget it, just use that!" She muttered to herself, "Actually, it should be pretty good to write well......

And so, she made the difficult decision to write this old-fashioned romance essay with one of her previous ideas, but just as her hands were about to dance on the keyboard, she suddenly stopped......

Because at this moment, she heard a melody from the TV, and this melody actually gave her goosebumps as if she had been passing through an electric current......

She raised her head and stopped at the Beijing TV station, broadcasting the latest ace program - "I Am a Singer".

Although Li Yuting has a talent for writing, she is not good at music at all, listening to songs is nothing, and singing is completely incomplete...... God has opened a door for you and will surely close a window for you.

She has always scoffed at little girls like chasing stars, so she rarely watches these variety shows, and at most she occasionally glances at them when she is bored.

Is this the song he wrote? The melody is pretty good...... "She still knows the singer on TV, and it's impossible not to know it, now in China, how many people don't know this musical ghost Hong Ning?" The Internet is full of his news.

She also saw someone on Weibo two days ago that he was going to sing three Chinese-style songs he wrote or something, but because she didn't care about it, she just glanced twice.

"Listen to it." Her hands, which had been placed on the computer keyboard, took the milk again, and listened to the song as she drank it, a song that touched her as someone who was not very interested in music just by the prelude......

Listen, her originally dim eyes are getting brighter and brighter!

At first, she was still lying leisurely, but gradually she sat up straight!

"This lyrics ......"

I must admit that the melody of this song is indeed very pleasant, not only the prelude, but also from beginning to end, but what interests Li Yuting, a young woman in literature and art, is the beautiful lyrics with a full sense of artistic conception!

[Wolf Tooth Moon, Yiren is haggard

I raised my glass and drank the snow

Who overturned the cabinet of the previous life and caused the dust

Fate word formula, several reincarnations

You lock your eyebrows, and you can't call back your crying

Even though the history has turned to ashes, my love will not be extinguished

Prosperous as 3,000 flowing waters

I only take a scoop of love to understand, and only love the butterfly you incarnate

Your hair is like snow, and you are poignant and parting

Who did I touch by burning incense

Invite the bright moon and let the memories shine

Love is perfect in the moonlight

……

The bronze mirror reflects innocence, tied in a ponytail

If you are wild, I will accompany you with wine in this life]

……

Hong Ning had already finished singing the song on TV, and withdrew under the standing ovation of all the public judges, while Li Yuting was still muttering a few of the lyrics that impressed her.

At this moment, all the goosebumps all over her body have been flooded, just because of this romantic lyrics!

She jerked her head up......

"That's it!!" Her voice echoed in the living room.

The reason why I am so excited is because this song inspires her!

This manuscript made her meditate for days and nights......

She knows how to write!

Just use the story in this song!

She didn't care who the next singer was on the TV, she turned off the TV with lightning speed, and then sat down in front of the computer and started coding! Now she is simply a wellspring of thoughts! With the crackling of her fingers on the keyboard, it took less than an hour to write this article of more than 1,000 words, and it was an article that she was 100% satisfied with!

Title - "Hair Like Snow"!

"In the land of extreme freezing, there is a woman in the snowy region, with a beautiful voice, white skin, eyes like the moon, and her hair like snow......

That year, we were in Chang'an.

Accompanied by a cold north wind from the Mongolian plateau, the moonlight is like the color of a wolf's tooth and smeared with a slightly mottled beige that shrouds the night.

At this moment, the wanderer who wanders the world shows a tragic and vast expanse. I remember that year, I crossed the open land, all the way through the place where the girl I deeply loved and cared for lived, and in the noisy and busy capital of Chang'an, she sighed alone under the moon and sighed the sadness that only she could understand.

Many years later, when I talked about this past with others, I wanted to raise the wine glass in my hand freely, but instead sighed at everything that had happened over the years, and finally imagined that I could drink all the trials and snowstorms in this world.

Why is it that in this originally plain and quiet day, how could anyone ruthlessly expose the unfinished marriage in our previous life, which has caused a love-hate entanglement that is still entangled and cannot be healed.

In fact, the word "fate", where is there any mysterious and difficult explanation, such as comparing the story that happened between you and me, fate is nothing more than the reincarnation of the past and present lives, endless encounters, love, and then parting again and again.

There is always a lingering faint sadness between your eyebrows, as if you are complaining that the disappeared youth will not be able to come back. I still remember that I told you at that time, even if the history recorded by those people has been wiped out, and the time and space we live in have disappeared, my eternal oath to you has been passed down from generation to generation like an eternal legend.

That year, when you turned to leave, the silky hair fluttered on the shoulders of the incense, and under the light of the moon, it was like snow-white frost and snow flowing down like a waterfall, and in that dreamlike atmosphere, it actually beautified our heartbroken parting.

At that time, the voice of prayer for you in my heart was not expected to be heard or deliberately touched by anyone, it was just me doing what I wanted to do at the moment...... If I can, I would like to invite Mingyue to testify to my oath, to prove that my memories of you are as transparent and pure as Mingyue, without the slightest infidelity, perhaps only in this way can the flawlessness and perfection of that love be brought out.

I was shocked and saddened by the sudden change of hair, and tears fell down like winter snow.

At this time, I can't help but wonder if my stupid waiting in this life has wasted your young years, or has it taken my time. In this worldly world where wine is not drunk and everyone is drunk, sober and uncomplainingly carved the inscription "love you forever" for you.

The dazzling bronze mirror that has been wiped away, is a clear reflection of the innocence and innocence of your youth, I still remember your youthful appearance in the ponytail.

If time and space can go back to Chang'an, back to the winding and clear stream outside the city, you are still playing like a child, willful and wild; If that can really happen, then I'd rather never wake up in this life, I would like to indulge in a half-dream and half-awake, look at my dream hometown with a hangover, and return to the lingering Chang'an.

In my dream, I will gently wade through the stream with the memories of my past life, slowly walk through the bamboo forest, and then push open the door of the house with the fragrance of rosin, smile and kiss your face that I will never forget.

If you are wild, I will accompany you with wine in this life. ”