The sky is covered with white snow covering the vast land. On the snow, there are a series of footprints and horse hoof prints. The man leads the horse forward slowly. Suddenly, a gust of wind and snow blocks the way. The man covers his eyes with his sleeves.
Behind the remaining snow, a green lotus pond appeared vaguely. The green lotus leaves were piled with snow. There was a man in black robes sitting barefoot on the rock. His long hair seemed to match the white snow and fell to the ground. His long hair covered his eyebrows and his expression could not be seen clearly. He could only roughly feel that his eyes were looking into the distance, as if he was waiting for someone to arrive.
Leading the horse to stop by the Green Lotus Pond, the man in the black robe seemed unaware of his approach, "Who are you?" When he asked these familiar words, he vaguely heard the childish voice in the neighing of the iron horse that day.
"I... I don't know. Buddha told me that he made an agreement with me, so he waited for someone here, but I waited too long. I don't remember who he is." The voice was as sweet as the gurgling water, and could even drive away the fatigue of the past few days.
"Hahaha, wait until you forget, you won't have to wait for hundreds of years." The man laughed heartily, and heard the voice gradually turned low, and a snowflake floated melodiously on his shoulder, accompanied by the murmur: "I, I don't remember."
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