There is an urgent need to write a 600-word Song of Snow in Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's Home.

The weather outside the Great Wall is always like this. Cold and harsh.

Even in August, when the sun should be blazing, the sky in Saibei is still snowy. It was so lively that the world was dyed white. The north wind, accompanied by flying snow, roared across the vast white land and blew down all the vegetation in the past.

Our servant looked up and squinted into the distance. Snow, riding the wind, fell on the land of Saibei, turning it into a snowy world. In the lonely and vast desert of Saibei, the criss-crossing ground seems to be frozen; The roar of the wind drowned all the sounds, and the gloomy sky in Wan Li became lower and lower, full of gloomy colors, which could make people suffocate.

The scene of the Central Plains has never been like this. He couldn't help thinking of the spring breeze that soothed every town in the Central Plains. It is a warm hand that awakens life, which is as different as the cold wind that rages in Saibei.

He looked at the land in Saibei. Those trees, abrupt and rugged bodies, bear the weight of snow. Those vigorous branches are piled with dazzling white snow, just like the spring breeze of the Central Plains blowing all the way to Saibei, blowing away the unopened pear blossoms on thousands of trees in Saibei. Those bright, white and pure pears, he seemed to hear the voice of life awakening across the Central Plains again.

Now, his friend who came with the warmth of the Central Plains will leave the cold Saibei and return to his hometown-Chang 'an.

A sigh, shattered by the whistling wind, dissipated in endless snow.

The banquet has been arranged to bid farewell to Judge Wu, who is about to leave Saibei.

Music with a strong Saibei style floated from the account, but it was quickly blown away by the wind. Huqin, pipa, Qiangdi, funeral music and deep sadness are the sadness of parting. I drank the wine one after another, but I couldn't dissolve the snow that invaded the tent and wet the curtains. I couldn't dispel the cold that made the crossbow open and the brocade look thin, and I couldn't quench the unspeakable sadness in my heart.

The time for parting has come.

Luntai east gate

The wind is still blowing, but it can't blow over the frozen flag on the gate.

The snow is still falling, and Tianshan Road leading to Chang 'an is paved.

The wind blew away years of friendship; Snow dyed the sky white at this moment, so the feeling of sadness returned to my heart.

Have a good trip, my friend.

The twists and turns bypassed many years. Drift away, finally disappeared at the end of the mountain road, never to be seen again.

There is only a string of horseshoe prints left on the road.

I don't know when we can meet again.

There is only the sound of the north wind whistling in my ear.