Huangliang has a dream, and a dream lasts for years.
"It's snowing, little snake, aren't you clamoring to see the snow? Why are you sleeping so deeply?", The voice in the memory gradually fell into sleep.
The moonlight is as cold as frost. On the bank of the bamboo forest stream, a small green snake as thin as a finger slowly coiled its body and inserted a scarlet snake letter into the hole. For a long time, it meandered in and coiled itself into a tight circle. The snake's head was quietly buried in its body and stopped moving.
Seven hundred and eighteen years
I watched the snow fall alone, but I still couldn't understand your joy back then. The snow is getting thicker and thicker, gradually submerging our only decades of past. Sure enough, we still can't like the snow.
Purpose: Live a down-to-earth life