It's snowing.
On Xiaoyao Peak, the snow never stops, year after year.
She rode a horse and walked slowly, passing by Kunlun Mountain, Yingxue Lake, stepping on the frost grass of Yanmen Mountain, and seeing the rocks and flowing water covered with thin snow at Hidden Sword Villa, but she did not dare to enter Pure Yang...
This trip was just to say goodbye. She turned around and returned to the sea of flowers. Next to her senior brother, she dismounted, her black clothes faced the wind, the flute played, and the snow fell like a white butterfly, dancing gracefully in the wind...
She uninstalled the game and turned off the computer. The wind outside the window seemed much louder, and the ground was covered with pear blossoms...
Taoist priest, you have taken me to all the places where the snow falls in the rivers and lakes. Isn't it true that you have lived up to our old promise?
She looked at the snow, whispered, and smiled slightly, but soon she saw a layer of mist blinding her eyes...
Tick tock... Tick tock... Tick tock... Something seemed to have fallen on the window rails in this snowstorm...
Intention: If we had known that we would never see each other again after life and death, why would we meet again at the Jingshi Hall in Yangzhou?