Time has passed slowly for many years, but I still want to turn the barren grass in the mountains into bright fireflies in the dark night sky, with my back to the mountains that are visible and dim, and let the colorful butterflies that disappear and appear around me fly around, making me start from Qingqing. The wind at the end of the Ping Dynasty blew violently into the ethereal light blue robe, and then made a hunting sound. You stood in the torrent of time, never saying a word, looking at the endless withered grass, your eyes began to become moist, maybe it was just too windy...
He lowered his head and slowly stretched out his hand, staring at the tail ring lying quietly in the center of his palm. After a few seconds, he finally put it on the ring finger of his left hand again. A crystal teardrop fell, reflecting the long-sealed memory. A crisp sound came into his ears, and then like a chaotic drum beat, autumn rain fell one by one. It hit the withered rotten grass without any warning. You were silent, raised your head and glanced at the lead-gray sky. The tail ring emitted blue light, scattered from your ring finger, and then formed a huge blue barrier. Suddenly, many ethereal butterflies came through the refracted light and surrounded you! But you have been gone for so long.
I heard that this forest used to have a nice name, called the Forest of Fireflies!
Can you summon those fireflies called blessings?
Wait until next year, in March of summer, the rotten grass will turn into fireflies!