[The cold-hearted elder sister who was banished to immortality × the little sun of the family who died young｜Martial arts be aesthetics]
On the day Qingshan returned to the mountain with his half-used luggage, there was a goose-yellow jacket wrapped in the baggage.
Those were the ten years she spent with her boudoir—
Before leaving, Xiao Queer held the corner of her sleeve and smiled: "They say the snow on the top of Cangwu Mountain will never melt for thousands of years. Ah Qing, can you pick a branch for me?"
But when she returned after crushing the wind and snow in the thirty-six counties, the Cangwu snow held in her palms finally turned into hot tears when spring came.
From the yellow sand in Mobei to the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the world can only see:
Guests in green clothes picked leaves to kill water bandits, broke plum blossoms to suppress mountain floods, and tied the heads of corrupt officials with the red silk of their wedding clothes in a city where the plague was spreading.
Little did he know that she had walked through every line of poetry that her lover had read, had gone through every injustice that the little bird had cried over, and finally made the moon from the sky into the world.
"If you want to see the world, I will be the eyes of the world."
"If you are looking for spring, I am the spring that never fades."
Intention: Death is not the end, forgetting is the eternal farewell - in traversing the joys and sorrows of the world, complete the awakening from practicing morality to reverence for life