Don't you see it, the water of the Yellow River is coming up from the sky?
Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair,
If you don't see me, the morning is like blue silk and the evening is like snow.
"Master, the snow outside the mountain is so heavy. It's not like Wangchun Mountain, where it never snows."
"Master, the snow outside the mountain is too heavy. I can't see you. Master, I want to look back at Spring Mountain."
"Master, where are you?"
The young man's call never heard any more, and Wang Chunshan was no longer the same in all seasons. In December of the sixth year of Tianfeng, it snowed heavily for the first time in Wangchun Mountain. Snow fell on the dusty guqin. Bringing a touch of peace to the lifeless house. Jiang Jiezhi knelt down in front of the guqin, watching the snow falling on the piano board. Everything that tenderness had brought to him in the past resounded, and Jiang Juezhi felt that he deserved to die, and that he deserved death. Jiang Juezhi waited in the mountains day after day. Finally, on the spring day of the seventh year, in the drowsiness of the drizzle on a spring night, he heard the voice that he had longed for countless times in his dreams.
"JAC, wake up."
Jiang Jiezhi knew he was waiting. Over and over again, I dream of Feihong.
God will not fail him
Purpose: Not to be stained by the hustle and bustle of the world
