"That child, I'm begging you." What condensed on the woman's lips was a satisfied smile, so holy that people couldn't bear to touch it.
In his dreams, he always saw a person covered in blood. His face was unclear, and he was dressed in white clothes, stained with blood. The black hair was flowing, covering half of his face.
Yan Yuan walked into a forest, with white snow covering the branches and extending far to the end. This scene was somewhat familiar. When he turned a corner and looked forward, Yan Yuan stopped moving.
On both sides of the path, branches are covered with snow. Hanging full of butterfly lanterns. Counting all the way, there are exactly twenty-four, reflecting the beautiful moonlight. The cold snowflakes seemed to have warmth. When I reached out to touch them, I heard a sigh from behind.
Yan Yuan slowly turned his head and saw a man standing under the tree holding a butterfly lantern. The man was dressed in white, and his face was hidden in the shadows, making it difficult to see clearly.
There are ten miles of smoky trees, and old hydrangeas hang on the bare branches, scattered and swaying in the wind. In the distance, shrouded in smoke, a man dressed in white came wading into the water, as bright as the shadow of the moon.
It turned out to be a young man in white, holding a butterfly lantern, swimming in the smoke. The old tree that is far away has a cold pink ribbon on the dead branches, floating in the wind. I don't know whose spring boudoir dream is about someone wearing the ribbon to pray for the departed person to return soon; the distant sound of a piano is broken in twos and it is difficult to continue. It is reflected under the disc of the full moon, which is an eternal pursuit. The ancient sleeping animal stones on the side guard this quiet desolation.
Lost in ecstasy...
It was in this haze that Yan Yuan saw the floating figure. The words came to mind.
The flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow.
This was the second time he had seen this man.
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