On this winter day, thick clouds block the sky tightly, making people feel particularly cold and depressing. The young poet braved the cold wind and went out for a walk. When he came to the small lake, he heard the wonderful sound of the piano. He saw a beautiful girl playing the piano.
The girl looks about twenty years old, with long hair black and moist, and her face is red due to shyness. When the girl noticed him, she smiled at him. The girl and the wonderful sound of the piano controlled his soul, his face fluttered red, and his chest rose and fell with the music.
The girl played the piano with her fair white and delicate hands. The sound of the piano pierced his heart like a golden arrow. Notes flowed in his heart, like blood flowing out of the wound. The sadness in the girl's heart was faintly heard from the wonderful sound of the piano. This sad feeling tightly surrounded the poet's heart, making him intoxicated and forget where he was.
At this time, snowflakes floated on the sky, and the snow was getting heavier and heavier. In this white world, the poet felt cold and walked into the room and sat by the window, listening to the girl's piano. The poet's fantasy flew out the window, flew towards immortality in the pure world, and everything beautiful calls the poet to find a place of light without sorrow.
The young poet sat there, remembering the long forgotten past, the girl wearing a bow stood by the river picking beautiful roses. His eyes were filled with tears, and the tears shone brightly under the light. At this time, the girl's piano sound became gentle and pleasant, soothing the poet's heart like flowing water.
The young poet left quickly and rushed forward bravely in the heavy snow. His heart was calling: Let him live! Ah, let him continue to suffer!
Winter has arrived, is spring still far away?
Wei Guofeng
2022.12.01
