Wind, Flowers, Snow, and Moonlight [Anthology of Personified Short Stories]

It's booming, I'm in a trance, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha but it's good

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I love you

Hold your head up hahahahahahaha

Emmmmmmm I can't tell the difference between attack and reception

Hahahahahahahahaha, everyone else is holding their faces, but you are holding your head. It's obviously the same action, but I don't know why I want to laugh.

The wind blows across the mountains and rivers, the flowers fall into mud and always bloom undefeated, the snow melts at sunrise and falls white on the eaves, the moon is close at hand for thousands of years, the wind is self-sustaining and disturbs the sleeves, the flowers are shaking the jade color on the clothes but not picked, the snow is the coolness between the brows and the white hair, the moon is removed and buried in the nebula in the silent sky, the wind is the clear song that blows through the high platform without stopping, the flowers are broken branches and pink flowers blooming, three hundred poems, The snow is the accumulated tent decorated with the carved bow lazily opened, the moon is a good night, the clear light will never be seen again, the wind is the shield holding the tassel, the beacon smoke is lingering, the flowers are the blood splashing five steps to step on the corpse, the snow is especially the horse leather fluttering on the coffin lid, the moon is the taciturn historian's thoughts, the wind is just wandering in meditation as if it were first seen, the flowers are April in the world drunk on the moss, the snow is soaked in the world of mortals, the moon is cloudy and sunny, only the shadow is always there, "Fenghuaxueyue, I just want to fall in love with the world."