When the snow dances, my thoughts will rise with the wind.
In the vast snow-colored willow moon,
Love is like singing softly and hazy.
When a horse crosses a willow embankment, one can see an inch of grass;
The lingering sky is like fog, and the steps are like flowers gathering.
There are no spring willows, only white osmanthus branches.
Just like the moon rising over Dongshan Mountain, it gently steps out of the highest peak.
In the blink of an eye, the garden is no longer the same, and the former fragrant grass turns into flying canopy.
Rao Jun’s old form remains, and his body has changed to look like a southern bamboo bow.
Unexpectedly, Pingting suddenly knew each other, and they formed a couple to comfort each other.
This body seems to be traveling through the vast sea, like a pearl floating in the ocean.