The morning dew in late autumn was frozen by the cold wind of Thurso, and it was particularly white.

On the lake, the reed flowers float, sometimes rising in the autumn wind, and sometimes falling on the water, which can't stimulate ripples, but they are helplessly stained with autumn water.

On the shore, there was a man standing alone in the severe frost, looking at the lake covered by reeds, indifferent and lifeless, just standing alone, as if waiting for something.

On the other side, outside the reeds, there is a house, shallow tiles and faint walls. Against the backdrop of dancing reeds, there is also a little out-of-touch taste. Maybe there is a graceful woman who is also out of touch in this house. She may not know that there is an infatuated person on the other side who is willing to protect her for the rest of her life at this moment when the reeds are flying and the silver frost is condensed into a bleak season.

He and she, one on the shore and the other in the middle of the water, are unpredictable. ......

There are so many reeds floating gracefully in the wind, stretching their slender waist. Large areas of frost gradually melted into shallow dew, and the fog rose. He still stood there, with no other expressions and no other movements. In his brow, he showed firmness.

The house on the other side became fainter in the darkness, like a mirage, and it was a real dream. She is in a dream, but does she know?

He and she, one on the shore and the other in the water, are very close, but still separated by a lake. In autumn, reed flowers float, blurring each other's sight.

The sun has exposed its face, reeds are enjoying the warm touch in the sun, the fog is gradually dispersed, the morning dew is slightly dry, and the water surface is still hazy. He still stood like that, his bright and clear eyes still staring at the other side, and his graceful figure seemed to flash a trace of gloom under the shade of reeds.

And she, standing in the autumn wind, with long black hair floating like a reed flower, looked at the lake in Xue Hai like a dancing reed flower, but never saw those eyes and those regrets again. ...

He and she, one on the shore and the other in the water, are not far apart, but always miss each other. ...

At sunset.

Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color.

He was still standing there, but the shadow on the other side disappeared.

"It's evening, it's time to see the scenery." A faint voice came from behind him. He suddenly turned around and she turned around. She left before he could pour out his love. ...

He was disappointed to see her leave. ...

He and she are always separated by a lake!

He left silently.

However, he forgot to take his heart with him. His heart is always on the other side.

She is the most beautiful scenery in his heart. In the season when reeds are dancing, a heart is broken. .......................................................................................................................................................