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Green Snake's Flowing Light
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Categories: youthfulness
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The red leaves are cold and rustling. If I have love, I'll pave the spring road. I'm just afraid that the snow and wind will be as bad as before. People stare blankly, Buddha laughs, monks stand alone, fierce ghosts cry, gods and demons dance. Sand swallows the wind, dark clouds turn into rain, flying rocks clog the streets. A dream is spread out, and these two beautiful bones are collected. The sculpture has shed its blood, and it's paid for by the egret. Half-drunk, half-obsessed, they were transformed into a tender mound and a snake's cave. But it's just a bitter love that can't be pierced through, and can't be stepped on. The West Lake is full of smoke and rain. At the Broken Bridge, there are monuments and tombs. The embankment is gone, the pavilion is broken, bricks and trees. How easy it is to go to hell, but who can I tell if I love no one? How can I paint you, a pure and innocent child, a rippling and soulful girl?