I stood at this end of the Forgotten River and looked at the snow falling on the other side, and the white plum blossoms blooming like smoke and mist. It lingers like your slight smile, as warm as the wind, with a faint fragrance. The blue light as bright as glass flows charmingly, infinite youth, infinite youth. The white velvet furs are scattered all over the ground as you walk slowly. They are white, charming, and elegant.
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