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I wish to turn into snowflakes in this cold winter, not forgetting all the joys and sorrows of love, hate, and staying together in the mountains and rivers for years to be alone and peaceful with the ink.

The world of mortals distinguishes between cold and warm, and there is no taste in the human world. Years have passed since then, and time cannot be tolerated. Note: A collection of essays from Luoxue Ranchen.