"I am three inches of snow on the eaves, and you are a surprising guest in this world."
The white snow and the passers-by are the destiny that time will never abandon; it is a startling glimpse beside the ancient road covered by weeds; it is the melodious flute played in the snowy cold night; it is the oath of Xu Hongchen when the phoenix flowers fall in the ancient temple; it is also the cold blade of opposition in the bloody storm of the temple...
After that, the phoenix flowers faded, the snow melted and winter stopped, and the spring mountains were longing for, but she was silent. Looking from afar, the spring mountains looked like your dark eyebrows, but the grass smoke drifted away, and it was difficult for him to find her back.
(Imagine the Tang Dynasty, most of it is private, please don't pay attention to it)
Purpose: A wise man never falls in love