I believe in the word legend, because life is a legend in the world. I love legendary women in movies, calligraphy and paintings. They have beauty and wisdom. They come to the world with kind hearts, but they have the magic power that will never be disturbed by the world. They are the smoky willow trees by the broken bridge, which are twisted with thousands of threads to form the most poignant picture in the world; they are the fluttering butterflies, dancing for love with their light posture; they are the lotuses emerging from the mud but not stained, burning but not evil, watching the most ordinary and pure things in the world. Pure love; they are a soft wave of clear water, with ripples turning into their eyebrows and eyes, full of affection, endless turbulence, looking for the distance; they are aloof and aloof white foxes, who would rather practice alone for a lifetime than get involved in the mortal world once, but who can predict the world? If they fall in love, they will be shattered to pieces, and they will never give up; they are fragrant peonies in full bloom, they are proud of themselves, absolutely different from the ordinary, but they will sacrifice everything for love, even if the spring beauty passes and the flowers wither, they will not hesitate.
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