雪落了。一场罕见的雪覆盖了黑暗。月光映着雪光,将夜晚幻化成一个隐约的白昼。只不过,这光是冷的,清冷如落满冰雪的心。芙蓉山的夜,树影在雪地上瑟瑟地摇曳, 将地上的一行脚印映得更加孤寂。这一行孤寂的足迹尽头,是一个低头望雪的士子。他的目光迷茫地扫过,落在自己的影子上,嘴角抽动了一下,那是自嘲,还是自怜? Snow is falling. A rare snow covered the darkness. The moonlight reflected the snow, turning the night into a vague white day. However, this is just cold, cold and full of ice and snow. On the night of Furong Mountain, the shadow of the trees swayed in the snow, and the lines on the ground were even more lonely. At the end of this line of loneliness is a gentleman who looks down at snow. His eyes swept away in confusion, fell on his own shadow, his mouth twitched. Is it self-deprecating or self-pity?