In the vast snowy field, several clusters of snowy flowers and wind-filled flowers have newly grown, with small white and lavender flowers and huge white petals swaying slightly in the wind.
Beauty grows old easily, and youth is fleeting. A few times of fame during one's lifetime are nothing more than a handful of dirt after one's death.
The beautiful appearance of the city is like duckweed floating in the torrent of time. Who can find whom?
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