This ice-leaf tree is the only one in the world that is warm, just like the air it breathes out.
The brilliance of Jialan immerses the snow-covered mountains and rivers, with light colors and auspicious luster. The sky is like a roaring rolling mountain river, and the endless wind, snow and dust particles dance and sink into the ocean.
He was clearly a crystal blue god, but he was like a fairy with profound magic, sweeping her soul with his unique black wave. From then on, the ups and downs of her emotions were as deep and heavy as the ebb and flow.
In the silent night, the stars are silent.
The son of Zizhong is whirling under him, on summer nights and winter days.
After a hundred years, he returned to his room, on winter days and summer nights.
There is cultivation in the mountains, and there are Kuling in the mountains. Who cares? He maintains his own integrity.
Text/picture by Er Zhang