The night is as quiet as water, there are no waves, no floats.

You can't see the hustle and bustle of the crowd, you can't hear the insects chirping and the chickens chirping.

Unconsciously, he shook but fell into the dream.

Everything was so real, as if it were a dream, a dream that never woke up.

The night was quiet, paved with snow.

That fluttering figure, a dream but also a year.

The dust, under the attachment of the snow, became white in an instant, like a snowy world.

There is no strife, no sorrow, heaven and earth still seem to be nostalgic in their sleep.

Feel the darkness with your heart and the flying snow with your affection.

At this time, you can't hear or see any sound or shadow with your ears and eyes.

It's like it's frozen.

Tossing and turning, between the bed and the vast snow.

Several times I wanted to turn over and get up, shuttling through the snow.

But don't want to spoil the tranquility of this moment.

With my worried heart, I can't break this silence and this peace.

Still lying in the gentle township, so obsessed, who is this?

The night is still here, and there is no fear;

I'm still here, a gentle dreamland.

And she, in a dream, there is no her here!

eyes, gradually drunk, as if they will fall asleep at any time.

But I won't sleep, because my figure remains in the dark.

"I Am the Emperor of Freedom" [Ru Mengji] 29: Ru Mengling* The tide rises and falls is in the hand, please wait for a while,

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