I Send the World to the World with a Head Full of Snow

Yan Qingci likes to watch snow, especially the overwhelming and vigorous snow. It was the first snowfall in Beijing. The wind was blowing hard and the snowflakes were rustling. Across the snowy sky, a young man in mysterious clothes came slowly. When he came, the wind stopped and the falling snow dyed his hair white. It was as if he had lived in another world. That snow fell into Yan Qingci's heart. "Why do you like watching snow so much?" "Because when I first met him, it was a season of heavy snowfall. From then on, every snowfall I saw was him." —— Exposing the corpse to the wilderness was the outcome that Mu Yunze had already predicted for himself. But it happened that the snow was beautiful that day, and she smiled brightly when her eyes met. As the dead trees were springing up, the grass and willows were growing new, her long-dead heart was beating in an uproar, like a wind-swept firework, covering ten miles, burning all over the mountains and plains. "Aci is the bright sun, the hanging moon, the light of the sky, and even the gods to me. I am the one I want to love regardless of my life." —— The moment of separation from love usually does not make people feel sad, but what is truly sad and regretful is the bowl of cool tea, the unfinished painting, and the snow that I did not have time to see with you. "The only regret I have in this life is that I haven't met the person I want to see yet." "Did you really not see it in your heart?" —— Then let us, in one earth-shaking snowfall after another, abandon the world, break the shackles, kill rumors, blaspheme, and love deeply. Intention: You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, I send them to the world with a head full of snow