Phoenix Nirvana

The cold wind blew a sharp knife in the ice peak and snow ridge, and a series of fierce inflammation flew out of Wan Li frost. The flame illuminates all the hopes in the valley, but don't forget to listen to the phoenix flying in the cold and boundless air, which is the tenacious hope of flying in the cold and despair.

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Legend: The crow once incited its black wings and let out dazzling flames. Later, the fire was blown out by the cold wind and the wings were frozen hard. In the end, it didn't give up the dawn of hope and let the snow challenge his fearless courage. Crows fly over the ice and snow, destined to become a phoenix.

Fly. Yeah, fly? Yes, fly! Well (expressing hesitation, etc.) ... winter comes like a scourge, evil laughs at all the fears of life, and shameless satisfaction in its eyes makes me stay. I was ignorant, and my companions flew to the far south. I stayed because I wanted to resist what I couldn't compete with. I don't seem to know that I can't pose any threat to Snow White at all. In this bleak winter, I can tear my long-awaited eyes at once and let them wither with the snow and ice. I can't control the length of life, I can control its brightness. So I stood proudly between the cliffs, spreading my black wings. The eternal hope in those dark eyes turned into despair in the abyss at the moment overlooking the cliff bottom. Broken life scene in the eyes: the cold wind has become a peerless sword, cutting all beings, sending away all the leftovers that can be taken away, and then sprinkling them into the abyss of despair. I put down my wings and stopped to meditate. ...

Mourning several times, I took a step back in the face of the sneer of death. This is just a small step for my body, and it is really a shocking step for my mind. Death makes me flinch. At the moment I stepped down, time and space stopped, and my feet moved silently in the ice and snow. I really want to take a step back, which is scary in the snow, but I don't seem to have the courage. The snow under my feet finally revealed its ferocious nature. It collapsed, just like a naughty child playing a joke on my life. It suddenly collapsed, heroic and desolate, as if it were the end of my life. Eyes looked around hopelessly, and it was bleak in the ice and snow. I began to laugh at the faint sunshine in the beautiful snow scene, and my eyes were full of desperate hope. ...

So, I once again folded my black vacant wings, and the courage to cross the Millennium pierced my fear. At the moment when my feet left the snow, an ice stone fell into the valley, and I didn't see where it went, and even shouted "Bang!" This is the last time in my life. I didn't even hear it. So death spread in my heart again and I stopped. I didn't put down my wings, but I found myself so strong. In fact, I'm already black and blue. I closed my eyes and didn't want to fly for the last time.

The falling snow fell on my wings, and a chill soaked my body. I suddenly opened my eyes and felt infinitely heavy and confused. Snowflakes caressed my body affectionately, which aggravated my death. They want to destroy all my hopes in a cruel way. I shook my wings, and snowflakes spilled from my black feathers and floated in the surrounding space, leaving only some attractive and intoxicating paleness, which made me feel that they existed vaguely and indulged in the magic shadow. There is full of disappointment, pessimism, decadence and even despair, but it is my dark heart that has created these fantasies. My wings shook all the smells around me. I want to fly, break through the dark heart to find light, open the ice and snow to find life. I want to create a body that belongs to me in the infinite sky. I flapped my wings and crossed the sky, holding the fierce inflammation of hope and heading straight for the clouds. Countless snow is hitting my body, and countless kitchen knives are cutting my feathers, but my heart is always shrouded in inflammation of hope, and those self-righteous external forces can never hurt me! The light of hope in the eyes shines brightly in the valley. A snowflake came and landed on my wing and melted at once. The flame kept pouring out of my eyes, burning all my black feathers, and my body began to burn the flame of hope. I flew freely in the valley, awakening all hope. ...

Water-bearing ... Spring is coming. ...

Where there is no crow, there is a phoenix. ...