A thick layer of snow fell on the umbrella, someone laughed in my ear, drew a picture of the country with a pen, and threw the wine glass off the cliff while playing the sheng flute.
"Jianghe, tens of thousands of years have passed, and the world is filled with smoke and smoke. When can you expect peace and happiness in the world?"
"There will always be peace... Who doesn't want the world to be peaceful? When the snow stops, we will go to the human world, play chess, calligraphy and painting, and spend the rest of our lives in peace."
"We are gods, we have no peace."
A hundred years later, there is still some peace.
She broke off the peach branch at hand and looked at the human world under the cliff. Fireworks were booming. Kongming lanterns were set off during the Lantern Festival. None of the lanterns belonged to the hard-working heroine. Even though she was a human being and not a god, no one still remembered her.
The world looked at her with cold eyes, but she protected them with enthusiasm.
Years later, she would never stand in front of emperors or gods, jump up to the rafters, or look at the stars with a jar of wine in her hands. She had never found the place where she had been so beautiful, or that there was no place where she could see a bright moon except in the human world.
Later, there was another person, and she believed that she was so powerful and would feel sorry for her so much. She thought this was his so-called "pure joy in the world."
Idea: Heroines and mortal women can be together