I'm just telling a story, a long, long story.

Some people say that ice and snow are the purest and most beautiful things, and the figures in the ice and snow are the purest souls.

Some people say that the whiteness of ice is soft and bright. Seeing those figures jumping and dancing on the ice, all the gloom should disappear.

someone said……

However, who can tell you, my dear, that when the warm sun gradually sets and the dusk turns dark, the light should not be allowed to stand still?On the plateau of Siberia, the aurora and the midnight sun complement each other, and someone brings the moisture of Lake Baikal to the place where the story begins.

I have heard it said that the light illuminates some places, but also makes some shadows invisible.In this case, why reject the light from the twilight?

Whether it is the so-called shining morning light, or the long twilight and dawn from now on; whether it is the youthful time, or the long years from now on, you will always be there, dyed with a faint red memory Here, a person, a dog named Makachin, is how much like the little fishing boat on the channel of pursuing dreams?How much like the midnight sun that never disappears on the ice field?

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The former teenager wrote down such words and sentences with pen and paper.

"From a long, long time ago, you have been the most brilliant brilliance in my life, and from this moment, no matter what you are, no matter how long it takes, you are still the same."

On that day at the ice rink after sunset, he announced to that person what he had never said before.

"From today to now, I know that in the countless suns and moons we have to face, I will be your lantern in the twilight of minus six degrees."

Yes, when the world no longer knows whether they exist, when all the halos have turned into history, only each other and figure skating accompany each other.How can the Hua of Twilight Ice be without ice as a companion?So, those of you who have heard the story, and those of you who know this story from others, if one day in the future, you see the story in the outskirts of Moscow, on the Hasezu Bridge, or on an ice rink somewhere Please don't be surprised when they see their familiar figure.

Hush!Don't bother, you just need blessings, that is the warmth that passes through time and memory.Maybe one day, you or your child who loves skating will receive a greeting envelope at the dawn of the full moon night, with a cute picture of fried pork cutlet rice bowl, and a thin card in it.It bears the postmark of a certain hotel.

—Want to learn to skate?sure!

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