Jade butterfly, only in the distance between the edges

"Jade Butterfly Hits Winter, Extremely Cold to Spring" | text: twisted silver millet

"From ancient times to the present, only between fates"

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Snow is a dancer who greets the spring breeze, his face is full of the chaos of the north and south, covered with blue sky, looking up at the red hot night, only for the autumn colors are crystal clear and cool. Quietly looking at the most dashing ink souls in the world, they waved inspiration, danced with beautiful ideas, freehand spring flowers and autumn moons that appeared vividly, thinking of a poem, immersed in the long pipe of the soul out of the box, flat with undulating poetry, vast sea of people, every kind of shoulder-to-shoulder wind and moon, there is a mysterious undertone.

People imagine the "jade butterfly", like to accompany them to the top of the mountain in winter, purring and sitting in the air, enjoying the superiority of the ups and downs, waiting for a curtain of autumn clouds to fall, and jumping into the sunset like a ghost.

Drifting snow in the wind, like to roam at the end of the world, with the momentum of not being able to sleep, let the nameless roof, involuntarily cover up a messy blowing white, a wisp of lights, into the old and welcome the new, squeeze out the earth from laughter, all things recover, enjoy the snow condensation, chase the crackling of the bang.

Gongs and drums are beating everywhere, and the white and yellow flowers bloom proudly everywhere, attracting the cute jade butterflies to slowly inlay in the cold, beckoning the spring colors between the water and clouds to fill the garden.

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Like old women-like jade butterflies, they are laid out in the air world, rhythmically opening the soaring of chatter. The jade butterflies who were frozen awake laughed and opened in the arms of the universe, the birds and flowers that they overheard from their ears without any cover, hidden at the top of the dome that the moon could not reach, on the earth, the bells of the family in the early morning, disturbing the drowsiness of Guotai Min'an, one firework after another, as always, the appearance of the traditional festival.

The wave of cold winds that have recently warmed up has shaken away the men, women and children who have been tempered by the years, the spring league of red and red happy characters is pasted with beautiful meanings, and the Chinese New Year's Eve of thousands of families has alienated the fishing fire that spits out the smell.

Suddenly remembered, how many Chinese New Year's Eve, how many tables of feelings, how many crackling, just to hide people's eyes, how many heart waves in the memory, just to be able to love the world again, or secretly read the warmth of the world.

It turns out that the fragrance of spring flowers will exhaust the helpless hardships of winter, especially the blossoming of spring, and how many deep and cold and shallow ups and downs must be crossed. Perhaps life and destiny are such a sigh that we are made season after season, round after round, lyrically the spiritual spark of purity and freedom.

It is very strange that when facing reality and virtuality, I very much want to "wake up" from the entanglement, only because of a person, from birth to death, only between breathing, from obscurity to understanding, only between a thought, from heart to heart, only between heaven and earth, from ancient times to the present, only between fate, even if an iceberg, in exchange for a season of warmth, it is only between the jade butterfly hitting winter, extremely cold and spring.

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Pen name: Twisted silver millet, personal emotions into the scenery in front of you, the deep rural complex through the words to warm your heart, resonate with you.

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