Unexpectedly, I lost my sense of hunger!
Wu Yeshu...
The chapped lips opened and closed, but no sound came out.
The vulture stands on the huge white stone like a sculpture, stiff, and the hair on its head and neck is blown up by the wind. This is the only thing that distinguishes it from the sculpture.
Snow flakes were scattered and flying in a messy manner. One by one, not dense, like huge pale dead leaves. The sun fell into the vast clouds, and everything was white and red.
There was a layer of snow on the vulture's back, and its toes were also covered. There are only white rocks of different sizes on the top, and they look the same without snow.
Yes, there is no difference.
Just like his life and death - in that person's eyes, there must be no difference.
Wu Yeshu...
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