See also faintly shadow dreams（三）

I do not know how long, Xueting, the days are dark, usually affixed to the moon in the sky window bars, and a look at me Lengmo running in the snow.
"Why sad, hurt the heart is a complement not come back." A woman dressed in a red dress it coming suddenly without a whisper, whisper, as though to say to me, it seems to say to themselves.
"You, who are you?" I looked at her frightened, very white moon behind her, her clothes Chende flowers in general, flying around with the north wind, flying around with my voice, along with my heart open to the invasion of sadness, then, the white moonlight is more white, more flexible, and also stroking me stroking mountains, silent ... ...
"I'm the last one is noble." Passing her pale face a smile, grabbed my hand, lay down a fragmentary pieces of paper, a twisting flew away.
She went, the moon is like a soul, and I can not see, bowed our heads to look the hands of paper, the white scraps of paper that group as the general in the moonlight with a spell and turned it into the next little bit of ice, cold great. I quickly threw Huangde go forward, cocking imagine her brother's footsteps to the sea, stepped on the ladder to the distant wave, felt his heart was sharp knife scratched and bit, Sixin Crack lung pain, could not help bursting into tears, until his own awoke crying.
------ Original, is the air conditioning set too low, so that the room cold, cold snow began to dream.
Sleepy eyes wide open, I came to the window, thinking of a person. Out of the window the sun is still fierce, still high-pitched cicada, a faint red dragonfly is flying to the deep shade of the ... ...