It was midsummer, and 18-year-old Feng Helan came to Phoenix, Xiangxi.
"Feng Helan, the crane of the immortal crane, the orchid of the bluegrass gentleman."
"My name is Wu Cuibai."
"Miss Helan looks at the mountains outside the window. They are green and white, and my name is on them."
The distant mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist, hazy, but they are really green and blue.
White smoke, green mountains.
Feng Helan knew that she had met her green hills, her "green mountains."
In their story, the sun sets twenty-one times, and the sun rises and sets countless times in her remaining years.
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Feng Helan didn't like to stare at someone for a long time. That day, she didn't know where she got the courage.
She looked at her green hills, her "emerald green", and the green hills said:
"Miss Helan, my sweetheart can be a ferryman, a vendor, a worker, or a member of the upper class. I don't ask for a future, I just ask that when we meet her, our hearts will move for each other. Even if I can only hold her hand, that's fine."
Her eyes sparkled, as if her churning thoughts were pouring out. Frank and sincere.
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As the sun set that day, the green mountains bowed their heads and dyed her poet red.
It was another sunset, and the poet was sitting alone at the cold window.
Feng Helan took a sip of tea. When she was young, she was not good at "tea". In her seventies, she loved to spend time on the recliner while "tasting tea".
A few days ago, she went to Jing'an Temple to offer incense to the Bodhisattva. A new "wish column" was built in the temple. Three rows of iron frames were covered with small wooden signs worth a dime each. People always have many wishes, and thousands of wishes create thousands of gods. In the confusion, she saw only two lines of words.
Born like a mustard seed, the heart contains Xumi.
Intention: Every day is warm and the year is peaceful