C59 I'm Heading East and You're Looking West

In the middle of the mountain, the snow lotus was blooming. It was pure white, sparkling, gentle and quiet. The stamen was as big as a lotus, the petals as thin as a muslin. It was a strange flower from a high mountain of snow. It was definitely not the same as a hundred flowers! He was very similar to those stubborn people. Even though it was fleeting like a fleeting flower