
When Snow Chases Flowers Across Thousands of Mountains
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The plum blossom branches are faintly folded in the green shirt, and the mirror pond is wrinkled by the horizontal flute fence. How many dreams are lingering in the smoke of the willows and the moon, when the snow and flowers are chasing each other across thousands of mountains. The mortal world is like a dream, and the years are like smoke. I vaguely remember that on a snowy day, you walked past me in a green shirt, broke off a red plum and pinned it in my hair. I vaguely recall that night, you stood by the fence looking at me with a smile on your face, playing beautiful music on a flute. Years have passed, and the past is like smoke. The blood stained the white clothes again and again that year, but only in exchange for your indifferent glance... It turns out that life is just a prosperous dream, and it is time to break up when you wake up... It turns out that I have been chasing you for so long, but I have never been able to follow your footsteps... It turns out that I thought I knew everything about you, but I still didn't know you well enough... In other words, I didn't know anything about you at all...
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