There is falling snow, accompanied by silent plum blossoms;
There is snow, and the plum blossoms are scorching;
The snow is bright and the plum blossoms are reflected;
The snow is shining brightly, and the plum blossoms are bright and miserable.
"Mom, what's behind? What happened to that girl?"
"She was locked up in a dark house with a small window. She stood on tiptoe and could see the plum blossom trees outside. They were red and bright, and the colder the wind, the more beautiful the plum blossoms bloomed. She practiced dancing in that dark room, looking forward to one day going out and dancing in front of those plum blossoms."
"What happened next? Did the girl go out?"
"Later, the neighboring countries came in, and they rescued the girl, but the girl fell in love with the plum blossoms there, and she refused to leave. Finally, she broke off a branch of plum blossoms and finally cried. She danced in front of the plum blossoms as she wished, as light as a butterfly. In the hazy eyes of tears, she saw the firelight in the distant sky. She saw that she was in A plum garden, like the warm winter sun shining on her, the fire is getting closer and closer, and she still dances non-stop. She no longer has to wait, she will never feel cold, and she will never cry again, because there will never be a garden in this world where the plum blossoms are as beautiful as what she saw, and will never wither like what she saw..."
Hua Ruche stared at the cold, cold wall that could not be touched. It was only at this moment that she realized that the dark room her mother was talking about actually existed.
It's just that little girl. It turned out that no one came to save her in the end, and she didn't dance in front of the plum blossoms. She just sat in front of the plum blossom tree, staring blankly at the flowers blooming, withering, blooming, withering year after year...
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