The scholar who travels through meets the soldier, there is no reason to explain

Today is such a day.Qiao Jin was worried with the green words she had been beaten back.Such beautiful words really annoyed him.Qiao Jin felt that she could have the perseverance to keep writing like this, maybe it was because of a stubborn temper that she didn't know where it came from.Qiao Jin likes to be alone at this time.After all, this can complete the task.

Well, just kidding.Who would like the process of revising over and over again, every time it is boring, let alone such cold and beautiful words.It really hurts every time I see it.But this is the task above, and the necessity of writing has been said a lot. What else can I do? Write it.

The four years of Chongqian are slowly passing by, and it will not be long before it disappears.But it was a pity for Qiao Jin, because he had never seen snow before.Qiao Jin lived in the north in modern times, and had seen snow for several years, but as the global warming became more and more serious, such cases of seeing snow became less and less.At this time, people especially miss this situation.When we came to the ancient times, there were all kinds of beautiful weather that we don’t have now.Totally different from modern times.

Qiao Jin looks forward to snow in winter.I heard that it was snowing in this place, so I really answered that sentence, and it is always suitable to be wrapped in silver.that poem.

Sitting in the room and looking out from the inside, the outside is cold enough.When will it snow?

After a while, a gust of cold wind came, and Qiao Jin only opened the window to leave a small gap.It's warm inside the house.Holding a stove in her hand, Qiao Jin said with emotion, it's nice to have money.If he had no money, he might die in this cold winter.Stiff fingers or something, it might be him.

Just eat something, Qiao Jin's appetite is not very good recently.Maybe it's because of the cold winter, or maybe it's because of what happened to Qiao Jin recently.There was a "rustling" sound of sweeping the floor outside.Qiao Jin patted herself to prevent herself from starting to write Qingci after falling asleep.

He was directly sent home to look for inspiration.If I don’t write it well, I don’t know if I will go there tomorrow.

Qiao Jin hugged herself so distressed that she didn't speak. It was so terrible to find a job in ancient times.I really don't know what to do.

I wrote an article and read it once and then threw it away, or some wrote it halfway and then threw it away.Stuck in the middle of writing, Qiao Jin sat there thinking straightly, and after a while, she suddenly put down the pen in her hand, turned her head, took a sip of tea sneakily, and then started writing again.

I don't know how long it took Qiao Jin to forcefully write out half an article in classical Chinese. He stood up and moved around, only to realize that it was already night.I don't know when candles were lit in the house.

Qiao Jin walked to the window, opened the window, and the cold air rushed towards her face.Qiao Jin was taken aback.

The first snow in Chongqian's four-year winter has finally come.

Just don't know when it started.There is already a thick layer of snow.It's still going on, and the whole world is white.Beautiful, really beautiful.

Qiao Jin, who saw the snow, was extremely satisfied, and then at this moment, a person suddenly appeared in a place with lights in the distance, and he slowly walked towards Qiao Jin's direction.

Qiao Jin took a closer look, and it turned out to be He Xing.

Looking at He Xing's figure, Qiao Jin suddenly thought of a sentence.

The man was in the dimly lit place.