It's just that the evening wind in Siberia is too cold, and probably no one would look forward to such a piercing embrace. The mountain wind didn't recognize this old friend who had traveled thousands of miles, blowing even more fiercely.
Since she doesn't know when, she has been having the same dream.
In the dream, she is half-kneeling on the stage, her snow-white skirt spread out on the ground, her slender arms stretched out toward the sky, her fingertips lightly pinched, just like a proud swan.
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