The mountains and rivers have been abundant,

The white dew has not yet been born.

Boat head light sleep home dream,

It should be a cold moon in a foreign country.

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------ Huaxia Shenzhou • Three Gorges ------

Sitting on the boat, it was already late at night, and the bright moonlight sprinkled on the bow of the boat, dyeing a white flower. The boat floated down the river, and I didn't know where it would end.

The green hills on both sides of the river splashed ink-colored pictures in the clear river water with the shadow of the moon.

The boat traveled slowly, with a god like Liqiu by his side, Kyushu didn't have to worry about any danger, and he was already asleep unconsciously.

When I opened my eyes, it was a snow-white sky, and there was still some frozen Kyushu on my body, cowering, frowning and not saying a word. Then I found that I couldn't move.

Looking around, the furnishings look a little like the Four Seasons Heavenly Fairyland. Or rather, the furnishings are just plain looking...... No, it's not! There will be no such blank, lifeless, bleak white in the Four Seasons Heavenly Wonderland.

Something must have gone wrong!

Kyushu is a little puzzled, could it be that he fell asleep? You don't feel it in your dreams, Kyushu thought, and then stepped on his right foot with his left foot.

"Hmm...... There is a feeling, this is not a dream! Kyushu confirmed, and continued to look around.

It was still white, without the slightest bit of life, and suddenly the snow was falling heavier and heavier...... In a flash, Kyushu was buried in the snow.

Meng Jiuzhou felt very stuffy, but his eyes could see through the snow to see other scenes, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar figure in the snow - Liqiu.

Kyushu woke up panting, his eyes were dark, he couldn't see anything, he only felt that his left foot was on his right foot, maybe this was the reason for the touch in the dream just now.

Then there was a sound of footsteps in his ears, Kyushu was very scared, but he felt that the footsteps were very familiar, but fortunately, the footsteps were getting farther and farther away, and Kyushu settled down.

Thinking of what he had just seen, Kyushu was a little puzzled: that kind of Liqiu didn't seem to have accompanied him for nearly ten days, and the Liqiu in the snow was like a sleeping past, without the slightest breath of survival, from head to toe and hair, all of which were snow-white.

Wait, sleep? Kyushu seemed to have grasped some important clue, but in an instant, he forgot it again.

Kyushu, who didn't react to anything after all, closed his eyes again, and his body was not as cold as Fang just now.

After a while, Kyushu fell asleep again, and at some point, there was a burst of cold air on his body, and then it became colder and colder.

Kyushu opened his eyes again, and found that he was still leaning against the bow of the boat, some of the white moonlight was sprinkled on his body, his clothes were a little wet, and the planks made of wooden planks at the bow of the boat were covered with a layer of tulle-like white, as if they could be blown away. Meng Jiuzhou really went to brush it, and he touched a layer of cool water droplets.

The water droplets were soaked in the cold, and the coolness pierced the palms of the hands, and the back of Kyushu's moonlit hands inexplicably felt a coldness.

Curled up, Kyushu fell asleep staring at the shadowy moonlight in the mountains on both sides of the canyon.

When I woke up the next day, my clothes were stained with a layer of wet moisture, and the wooden planks on the bow of the boat beside me were covered with hoarfrost, or in fact, a layer of tiny droplets of water—yes, it should have been morning dew.

Touching it again, although it was wet and cold, it was not as cold as last night's moonlight.