At night, the north wind blew so hard that she couldn't open her eyes, and the snow fell from the sky, covering her whole body, freezing so that she couldn't sleep all night.

During the day, the wind finally stopped, the snow stopped, and the sun came out.

However, the weather was still too cold, the birds were hiding, and people rarely came out to move around, and it was quiet all around......

Su San felt unprecedented tranquility in his heart: Is this the tranquility I want?

This is also **quiet! Why do I feel a little uncomfortable? Am I a bit of a scumbag?

In the afternoon, the sun was hiding again, the north wind was blowing again, and the snow was falling again......

Su San felt inexplicably desolate and lonely, and suddenly remembered the tune from the Peking Opera "The White-Haired Girl" that he had learned on Mei Lanfang Planet before, and sang loudly:

The north wind blows

Snowflakes that flutter Snowflakes that flutter

year has come

The north wind blows and the snowflakes drift

I'm waiting for my dad to come home for the New Year

Other people's daughters have flowers to wear

My dad didn't have much money to buy

Pulled on the two-foot red head rope

Tie it up for me

Hey, prick, please

Dad went out to hide from the debt

The whole seven days

Thirty that night I haven't returned to the door

The aunt gave a dumpling of noodles

I'm waiting for my dad to come home for the New Year

I made a few bucks selling tofu

Daddy called back two catties of noodles

Take it home and make dumplings

Have a happy New Year

Hey, it's a New Year

The door god rides a red horse

Stick it on that door and guard the house

The door god carries a big knife

Big ghosts and little ghosts can't get in

Hey, you can't get in

The north wind blows

Snowflakes that flutter Snowflakes that flutter

year has come

It snowed heavily for two days and two nights.

On the third day, the sky finally cleared, and the sky was clear blue and cloudless.

People also started to come out and move around, and some of the birds that were not too afraid of the cold also flew out to sing.

They all come out to bask in the sun and breathe in the fresh air after the heavy snowfall.

The winter sun is so gentle and warm, and the snow on the leaves and flowers is beginning to melt.

Su San felt more comfortable than she had ever been, and she wanted to sing again.

She remembered the famous passage "Xi Yingying Enters the Painting Hall" in the Peking Opera "Poetry and Literature Society", and sang after thinking about it:

Xi Yingying, entered the painting hall, and personally served as the main examiner to select talents.

I hesitated and hesitated before I wanted to.

It's hard to trust big things, and my brother is ridiculous.

Even if both parents are present, the marriage must be done independently.

Watching poetry is envious, and the intestines are soft for no reason.

May I meet my confidant thrush today,

Splendid heart, ambitious, gentle, chanting wonderful sentences, into a good chapter.

With me, I am better than the wall that plays the phoenix so often, ah! Phoenix begging for a phoenix!

Just as she was so excited that she was indulging in the lyrics, a group of children who liked snow ran in the distance, and they laughed and threw snowballs at each other, laughing and scolding while chasing, playing hide and seek for a while, and having a snowball fight for a while.

When they get tired of playing, they start to build snowmen again, what an enviable childhood!

Looking at these happy children, Su San was so moved that she shed tears and melted a small piece of snow on her body.

In winter, the sun sets early, the children leave early, and the birds return to their nests.

Silence had returned, except for the snowmen made by the children and their footprints on the ground, still standing there, indicating that someone had just arrived.

It was a quiet and peaceful night, the wind had stopped, the snow had stopped, and the sounds were gone.

Su San looked up at the sky, his eyes were full of brilliant stars, and he unconsciously remembered his current situation: I am now in another star, and my new boyfriend, who I have never met, has truly become a "Cowherd and Weaver Girl".

At this moment, she couldn't help but feel sad from her heart, and sang the singing segment in the Peking Opera "Dream of Spring Boudoir":

The poor negative crossbow filled the front battle, and went through all the hardships and hardships.

No one asks about hunger, cold, fullness, and warmth, and sleeps alone, eats and walks alone.

Whether he has been physically injured or frightened repeatedly.

Thinking about the past, I still hate it, and divide the mandarin duck into two parts.

In the end, if he was drunk or sick, he sat in the smoke cage until Ming.

When I went to Mo, the flowers were like brocade, and today the willows on the floor are green.

Poor Nong is waiting in the deep boudoir, and I think of the begonia opening day until now.

The door knocker occasionally rings suspicious letters, and the market language is slightly apprehensive.

Why is there no news of him, regardless of the broken man in the family.

After all, how thin and stupid men are, the word misleading is fame.

The sweet words are so good, who knows that they are all fake kindness.

After Su San sang "Dream of Spring Boudoirs", he still felt that it was not enjoyable.

Then, he sang the singing section of the Peking Opera Cheng School repertoire "Flame Horse":

Just for my father, the marriage was changed like a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

Infatuated love before the moon flowers, childhood sweethearts remember the year.

Dreams come true,

For the son's tea and rice reduction, loss of face, my soft intestines are broken, and tears are not dry.

Today's meeting is not shallow, and I am willing to serve you in front of you.

Even though the child's luck is bad,

I went to the splendid embroidery, untied the hairpin ring, the cloth skirt and the hairpin, and personally the well for a total of 100 years.

That night, Su San could be said to have opened his mind, sang loudly, sang the bitterness in his heart, sang the wish in his heart, sang over and over again, sang and sang, his eyes couldn't open, and he gradually fell asleep.

She was tired of singing, and at night she finally slept well.

Su San's "plum blossom career" is one of the most comfortable "lives" in her "flower life", but it was so cold that she almost died in the next heavy snowfall.

But, God willing, she finally survived the catastrophe.

Although she has spent her "plum blossom career" on thin ice, what will her fate be arranged next time?