The stars that adorn the Milky Way are bright and clearly visible. Even the bright clouds look like grains of silver sand, extremely clear.

Over the distant mountain tops, there is still a faint afterglow of sunset. The outline of the scenery seen through the car window receded into the distance, but did not disappear, but it was eclipsed. Although the train continued to run forward, in his opinion, the ordinary posture of the mountains and fields became more and more ordinary. Since nothing really attracted his attention, there seemed to be a huge torrent of emotion hidden within him. This was naturally due to the girl's face appearing in the mirror.

This is an illusion. Because the dusk that keeps passing behind the girl's face seems to be flowing in front of her face. If you look carefully, it's confusing. The cabin isn't too bright either. The reflection on the windowpane is not as clear as a real mirror. The reflection is gone. This fascinated Shimamura. He gradually forgot about the existence of the mirror and only felt that the girl seemed to be floating in the passing dusk. At this moment, lights flashed on the girl's face. The clarity of the reflection in the mirror did not diminish the light from the window. The light did not erase the image. The light flashed across her face, but it did not illuminate her face. It was a cold light cast from a distance, illuminating the area around her eyes vaguely. The moment her eyes overlapped with the lights, they were like a coquettish and beautiful figure dancing in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Maybe it’s because the sun is rising, and the snow in the mirror becomes more dazzling, like a burning flame. The woman's hair floating on the snow also shone with purple light, adding to the luster.

However, it seems that her longing for urban things is now hidden in simple despair and has become a naive dream. He felt strongly that her emotion was rather a kind of pure futility than the arrogant dissatisfaction of a city loser. She herself did not appear lonely, but in Shimamura's eyes, she became unimaginably sad. If you indulge in this kind of thoughts blindly, even Shimamura himself may fall into a vague sentimentality, thinking that survival itself is a futile effort. However, the cold air in the mountains made the blush on the face of the woman in front of him become even brighter.

Clear and sparse shadows are reflected on the lattice window. Outside the window are dense new green bamboo leaves, and the woman's neck seems to reflect a touch of dark green from the fir forest. The black hair sets off the white cheeks, and you can vaguely feel the coolness coming from the snow in the air.

This kind of loneliness dispels sadness and contains a kind of bold will.

Although the exquisite and straight bridge of the nose is a bit thin, the small and tightly closed soft lips underneath are like beautiful leech links, smooth and flexible, silently. There is also a sense of movement in the words. If your lips are wrinkled or have a bad color, they will look unclean. Her lips were not like this, but were moist and shiny. The two eyes are neither raised nor lowered at the tips, as if they were deliberately straightened. Although they make people laugh, they are perfectly set under the two thick short eyebrows that are slightly downward curved. The round face with slightly raised cheekbones has an average outline, but the skin color is like a light layer of rouge on white porcelain. The muscles under the neck are not yet full. Although she is not a beauty, she looks cleaner than anyone else.

The woman's body stood in a horizontal position in the air. Shimamura's heart suddenly shook. He didn't seem to feel danger or fear immediately, as if it was a phantom of the non-real world. The stiff body fell in mid-air and became soft. Yet she looked as defiant as a doll, free from the loss of life. At this moment, life and death seemed to have stopped.

Not long after driving along the river, we came to a vast wilderness. The top of the mountain looked like a fine carving, and a soft diagonal line emerged from there, extending to the foot of the mountain. The top of the mountain was covered with moonlight. This is the only view at the end of the wilderness. The faint sunset reflected the entire mountain into a deep sapphire blue, with clear outlines emerging. Although the moonlight has gradually faded, its lingering charm is endless and does not make people feel like a cold winter night. There is not a single bird in the sky. The wilderness at the foot of the mountain is endless, stretching far to the left and right.

-Zhining-