Xue Yi Aohan

The flowers have faded to red, green and small apricots. When swallows fly, green water surrounds people. There are few willow trees blowing on the branches, and there is no fragrant grass anywhere in the world! There is a swing inside the wall and a road outside the wall. Pedestrians outside the wall, beautiful women smiling inside the wall. The laughter gradually fades away, but the sentimentality is annoyed by the ruthlessness. It was sunset, the coldness enveloped the earth, and there was a loneliness. A dilapidated temple, which has been in disrepair for many years and has left mottled traces. The temple enshrines a Buddha statue that has long been cut off from fireworks. It still has kind eyes and half-closed eyes, gazing at all things in the world. The flying snow began to dance mistyly in the sky, bringing purity and a hint of coldness to the earth, hoping to freeze all the evil in the world and return the world to a pure and peaceful world. However, before this piece of pure white covered the earth, it had already turned into droplets of water and fell into the purgatory of fire. The ruthless tongues of fire devoured everything around it wantonly, trying to incinerate everything, leaving only the decadence and desolation after the raging. The ruthless flames swept across the sky and the earth, reflecting the red sky, and even reflected the blood-red figure standing next to the burning flames in an extremely strange way. In the interplay of fiery red and blood-red, a pair of eyes shone with a cruel light, watching calmly. The fire gradually weakened, and finally, only one or two scattered residual fires remained, flickering and about to extinguish. Sections of charred and damaged wood exhaled the last breath of fresh air and exuded the last residual heat. After seeing the mess and inspecting it carefully, they looked at each other with a satisfied smile, carefully removed all traces that might reveal their whereabouts, and then turned and left. In the sky, I don't know when heavy snow started to fall, finally covering up the remains of the temple after the fire little by little. Everyone who has been here or passed by, don't be stingy with your precious votes. Save more, recommend more, and give more valuable opinions. Your words are the motivation for my efforts. Thank you all