But that was many, many years later,
The little ten thousand flowers have grown into the old ten thousand flowers, and their frosty hair looks exactly like a head full of snow.
When she got old, Wanhua often sat alone on the edge of the cliff looking at the three-star moon.
Looking at the flying snow in the sky, thinking back to the Kaiyuan Tianbao, and thinking back to that year in Chunyang Feiyuchi, it seemed that it was also snowing like this.
At that time, they sat by the pool and observed the stars together, talking about the past and present.
Now all that is left is me covered in white snow, recalling the sound of the wind and the roar of the crane.
Conception: