The new scenery always forgets the old scene, the "voice" is rarely asked, and the "weaving sign" is rarely appreciated.

Last night, there was a sudden rise, and the white clouds crushed and flew.

Today, the jade dust gathers and opens the silver sand pile.

The sky is hazy, the ground is muddy, and the smoke is heavy.

Treading the snow to thank the mood, the time is coming, and the experience is unique.

Hundreds of * Leng village barked, thousands of birds pouted on the tree.

Hearing the call of the world from afar, the chickens and ducks sing and always return home, and the nest is migrating.

There is no cousin, and there is nowhere to pour out the words, and there is a lot of thought.

Jue Yue hangs in the half-hidden sky, hangs quietly in the dark night, and goes west.

- "The New Scene of the Snow Fading Words Always Forgets the Old Scene"

Note: What to do, Mom and Dad are messing up.

I'm really not living a good life in this life.

Life, living, is really not simple!

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