When you come to a dream, you come in time. The journey back is hopeless, and the memories are melancholy. When I woke up from the dream, I could see the face of an old friend.
The elixir becomes a snake riding on the white mist, and it transforms into jade well earth again after thousands of years.
A thousand years of transformation into a snake, a thousand years of soaring into the clouds, thousands of years of creation turned into dust in an instant, the stubbornness and madness of becoming an immortal are gone, only the fragrant grass is ruthless, growing year after year, taking root in the ground, it seems small, but in fact it is eternal.
