All the indescribable things turned into bursts of flute chanting, and he and the flute were the only ones left in the world.
The iron flute attracts the snow, and the long hair is like snow. Loneliness is better than snow.
... His eyes are as clear as melting snow. It was always difficult to know in the past, but from now on, he will remember that under the moonlight and the frost, outside the cold wind and the forest, there used to be a scholar, who once sat there so truly...
——As soon as he turned around, he raised his head and waved his fan. He looked at him with a bright expression; he looked at him with a smile. He looked at him, determined and arrogant; he looked at him, gentle and arrogant...
Is it possible that one day we can meet again at a certain place where there is a clear and narrow stream, I am at this end, and you are at the other end.
I know that I like you very much, very much, but you also know that neither of us can cross that thin stream...
If so, if one day comes, can you please don't ask anything, don't say anything, don't say...
You know, our tacit understanding, in fact, never requires words.
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