The poem says;

After the first meeting, I didn't measure, thought about the past, and stood up for the sun;

Now the situation has changed, and it was just the norm at that time.

The tossing and turning of a space is like a sudden moment in another world, and the long moment of flowing water is shrouded in an emptiness, and my eyes wander to the slightly familiar and desolate ancient city covered by snow, as if the scenes that appear in the midnight dreams are strikingly similar,

Here, it is white all year round, and the white is a little distressing and a little sad. I walked through frost-covered woods, and a corner of the lakeshore winded into a path that led to the middle of the lake. Crumbling into a mystical microcosm. Lonely as if no one cares.

"Crunch, squeak". There were a few crisp sounds, a beautiful melody that only appears when "treading the snow and looking for plum blossoms", and I was attracted by a lotus lantern with a strange light in the hands of a traveler passing by in the distance.

A boy dressed in a pale pink silk shirt slowly poured ink into a young man who was not stained with dust in the light cyan smoke, and melodiously entered my sight. I don't know why, the secluded lamp in Childe's hand is lit not on a starlit night, but on a snowy and dazzling morning? Under the light of the lamp, there are many magnolia flowers around it. It was a white lotus growing on a tree branch.

I tried hard to get a good look out of his approaching handsome face, but unfortunately, he blurred into a peach blossom in my blue eyes.

In the depths of the lake, the bamboo row stands faintly with the shadow of a young man, a butterfly dancing in the wind, and with the flow of wind and snow, there is an elegant whirlwind; "Liansheng, why don't you come over quickly?"

My eyes rippled at his call, urging me to jump onto the raft. He turned his back to me, clearing my entire gaze.

The bamboo raft opened the layers of crystal-like condensed ice flakes in the ice-blue water, fluttering, moving forward on the surface of the water that led to nowhere.

I tentatively looked at the blue water, which was crystal clear in the cold breath. The bamboo row is like a magical paintbrush, wandering into a blooming lotus flower at the moment of ripple fluctuation. A young girl dressed in white, holding a pale pink oil-paper umbrella, leaning on the boat, was reflected.

Her white feet were soaked in the icy water, rippling like a fish in water. I only know that she has a good face rendered by a shy flower like ink and light color. It did disappear in the moment it passed by.

I came back to my senses, blinked again, and continued to search for the shadow that had disappeared into the cyan smoke ridge. Listening to the melodious whispers formed between the pink-clothed boys' mouths; "Liansheng, are you still that beautiful!"

"Are you praising me?" I wondered how far I had traveled with this young man. When I got ashore, he still looked like he was facing away from me, and I chased after him, just trying to see his face clearly, but I was still thrown away at a distance that was close but only a step away. It's so untouchable.

The sky unconsciously drifted with snow, and the cold that lonely hit his cheeks melted into water droplets in an instant, and the footprints left in the wind and snow were faintly covered.

I shook the golden fluff, through the emerald smoked bamboo forest, what caught my eye was the faded new makeup, engraved with the word "free living" three words of archway, tall and short, still arranged tightly beaten, looking inside, the house is not open to doors and windows, faintly, only a few places of plain white silk yarn fluttering with the wind into a whirling. Closer to it, it was a large hall.

The girl was in a sad posture, her eyes were full of infinite desolation, but she was a lazy and tired face who was "lazy to draw moth eyebrows". Sitting in a palace full of lotus flowers is an all-nighter.

"Light eyebrows are like autumn water, and jade skin is accompanied by spring breeze. Hibiscus is not as good as beauty makeup, and the water hall is fragrant. An increase of one point is too long, and a decrease of one point is too short. The powder is too white, and Shi Zhu is too red. The eyebrows are like green feathers, the muscles are like snow, the waist is like bundles, and the teeth are like braided shells. Yan Ran smiled, touched Yang City, and fascinated Cai. There is no beauty in the autumn, and it is a beautiful woman to the eye. The country and the city are shocked. ”

At this time, in the depths of the bamboo forest, there was a crisp sound of sword qi reversal and collision, and on the "Shadowless Bridge", two young men in white shirts shuttled in mid-air, looming, and fluttered into clouds against the backdrop of colorful ink and bamboo shadows.

The girl drifted by like snow, and her water-blue clothes looked so crystal clear and pure desolate in the wind and snow. Her slightly lowered forehead was like a daffodil that could not withstand the gentleness of the cool breeze, and the lightness of the volley turned into a graceful arc in the air.

The quiet tranquility of the usual day was disturbed by the fierce light of the sword qi, and the moment the bamboo leaves fell, the sharp edges pierced into the girl's chest, and the eyes were slightly closed, and the bright red blood turned into the most dazzling plum blossom in this winter. The drips fell deep into the snow, dyeing the flowers.

"Green girl!" The sword qi ended in a heart-rending call, and the young man took the girl's white hand from mid-air, gently took him into his arms, and wept silently.

"Liansheng, why don't you go in quickly?" I was urged by the pink-clad boy in front of me, and before the girl turned into a shooting star, I poured into her cold body, which only retained a little warmth. In the blurry tears, the young man's face was familiar to the bottom of his heart; "Is it Ling Mo?"

I never thought that I was so familiar with this girl's body, and even the feeling of her heartache seemed familiar. I shouted the name of "Ling Mo" loudly in my heart, but it disappeared into his palm the moment it turned into quicksand. His heartbroken look broke my heart.

The moment the meteor pierced the night sky, I was dragged back to the fairy platform by a pure force, and sighed deeply in horror.

The Big Dipper formed a straight line under the inexplicable traction, flowing into the bosom of the crescent moon, and the end of the sky seemed to explode into the rolling waves, and the stars and rains poured into the night, and the sky was ghostly. Under the illumination of the colorful Yaoguang, I transformed into a "green girl". Standing in the wind, wearing green clothes and light yellow hair.

Ling Mo held my hand and muttered; "Go, I'll pick you up when the seasons change!"

I looked at the figures of Chuchenzi and Ling Mo gradually moving away, and I suddenly felt lonely in my heart, I don't know this part, geometry can meet, and I don't know what direction my future is.....

As the poem says;

The film and television in my heart are full of illusions, and she has turned into a beautiful woman.

Just like the first moon of Dongshan Mountain, gently walk out of the highest peak.

If you want to know what happens next, let's see the next breakdown.