Between Life and Death, He Crawled Out of His Grave

The old pass is overgrown with withered grass, a scene of profound sorrow at parting. The road leads beyond the cold clouds, and people return as the evening snow falls. Orphaned young, I became a traveler early; hardship has delayed my meeting with you. We face each other in vain, tears streaming down our faces; where will we meet again amidst this dusty world? (Sending recommendation votes)

The butterfly's flight path is exactly the melody line of a symphony; drip-drop, raindrops fall on the leaves and onto the pebbles, as if the pebbles are singing a dripping song to accompany the symphony!

Winter ice is also incredibly diverse. The biting north wind polishes the ice blocks into exquisite works of art, some resembling diamonds, others stone bridges, and still others stone tables. Admiring them, you can't help but marvel at the wonders of nature.

Let's work together better in the new week.

Unable to sleep late at night, I got up to read and happened to see your article on the bookshelf, so I happily read it. I found your mention of "gentle breeze and bright moon" quite interesting; it seemed familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. Hehe, I'd love to hear your guidance, brother. 😄💐💐💐💐💐

Dream Shennong, sending you a little heart ❤️. Wishing you all the best! Also, welcome to watch "Fallen Angels Detective Team".

May you write amazing stories with your divine pen. Best wishes again.

Shennong, all is well.

It's been a long time since I've been here.

Happy May Fourth Youth Day! May you always have a smile on your face, and may the years never leave a trace on your brow!