Snow Across Ten Thousand Ridges

A short story I wrote in the past

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I hate nothing more than someone standing on my head.

So I'll be number one... number one under heaven.

When I climbed to the summit and looked back, I had only let down the people I once was: the little lake, the little house, the little boat, and the two of us watching peach blossoms together.

Theme: May snow cover the road I came by.