She was not the only one buried in the snow that year.
When she was a child, there was Bai Yueguang, who gave him an umbrella to cover the snow. The valley was foggy, and Rong Guanyan was a devout believer in Fu Yun's poor mountains and rivers, so the half-day sunshine was unforgettable for a long time.
At the beginning of all things, the mountains and pines were green, the dead trees met with spring, and the rivers were full of water. Looking back, the young man smiled with clarity, and from then on all living beings were destitute. They worshiped the moon together and were showered with snow, which was a ridiculous time. The snow is falling all over the sky just like that time, when the world and the earth came together to celebrate the end of the world.
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"I was like a lifelong pilgrim, walking silently by rivers and lakes, not knowing how to survive. She asked me if I could give her a ride.
She didn't know that meeting her was like wading through water to see the bright moon.
Girl, the green hills are rugged, can we go together? "
The frosty wind blows in, and the worries are unforgettable.
How can we relieve our worries by looking up to the mountains and snow?
Intention: To be carefree and devoted to Qingming. See the morning dew and take a pillow of clear frost.