He rode a horse from a place filled with water and vapor, and a peach blossom was in bud beside the long-lost stone bridge.
It was early spring after it had just rained. Through the hazy and humid mist, a figure stood on the bridge. He involuntarily tightened the reins, and the plain shadow fell between the mountains, forests and bridges like a thin piece of paper, and like an invisible gossamer-like fog, which seemed to be blown away in one breath.
He was in a trance for a moment and couldn't make a sound. He couldn't tell whether this seemingly illusory scene was a dream or reality. But the moment the horse's hooves stained with dust stepped on the stone bridge, his eyes looked over lightly, and the frozen scenery around him seemed to flow again.
At that moment, it was like the heaven and earth had first opened.
He took a step forward, reached out his hand, and couldn't help holding his breath when he was about to touch the pale figure, "Girl," he called her, feeling his voice hoarse as if there were countless emotions struggling to come out, "Have you heard of Amway?"