Thick snow accumulated on the top of the mountain, and the vast white land was holy and dazzling. The swirling snowflakes fell from the sky from top to bottom, which was irresistible. I, who was only three thousand meters above the ground, stretched out my hands like a pilgrim, but could not embrace this snow in my life. Just like you who are far away in the north, I cannot embrace you.
Year after year in the winter, I would like to be with the honeysuckle, whose snow-white and golden stamens grow side by side, and remain green in the long winter.
It may be called the mandarin duck vine, but its life is in flight, or the honeysuckle will eventually fall into the dust.
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