It might be bad, or it might be worth reading.
The fairy tale I want to write only needs two words, "Xian" and "Xia"
When I was a child, my master told me that the word "Xian Xia" both emphasized the word "benevolence". I asked Master what it was? A fairy or a hero. Master said he couldn't figure it out.
I was a wild child picked up from the snow by my master. Without my master, I might have died under the heavy snow and become a motionless ice sculpture.
What I like best is when Master buys me candied haws.
Tanghulu is the sweetest, sweeter than snow.
The cool autumn wind turns the vast grassland yellow, and sometimes I wonder if the fire burning the wild grass will spread all over the sky.
I have grown up, but Master has not.
I am Lu Changan.
Intention: Wild grasses cover the sky, and they grow again when the spring breeze blows.
