May this poem be sung
"The song becomes the slowly blowing breeze of dawn."
"A life in shallow sleep, in a frozen dream"
"Liberate the wandering and lost people"
"Birds from the sky fly towards the sun"
Bright white wings
"Tell us the tomorrow we hope for"
"Let's sing the praises of the rebirth of life together"
A convoy of cars advanced slowly along the road across a field dotted with pale white flowers. Several children sat on a carriage piled high with haystacks, singing this ballad. In the distance, a city bathed in the morning light rose from it, while a "white bird" streaked across the azure sky, leaving behind a long trail.
After the new order is established, everything will enter a stage of reconstruction. These cities will accommodate more residents, more land will be reclaimed, and more new life will be born into this world.
In the field where the breeze blows, the pale white grass seeds sway among the tender leaves, and with the ripples of the wind, they drift towards the distance below the hillside.
A girl wearing a garland on her head and carrying a light basket was bathing in the wind, looking at the peaceful and tranquil town and village at the foot of the hill. Then, she sat down gently, took out the wood and paper from the basket, placed them on her knees in front of her, and then slowly painted them with colors to depict the world before her.
Time passed by unknowingly, and another girl in a light white off-shoulder dress came up behind her and looked at the focused figure painting in front of her.
"It looks very nice." A gentle voice of praise sounded in the breeze, and then she sat down with him, the two of them next to each other.
"Luo Xier always comes like this, silently." Although the blonde girl who was painting did not look up, she already knew who was next to her.
"How did Frosia recognize me?" the girl asked curiously.
"No one else can give me this gentle feeling except you." Frosia raised her head, turned around and looked at her best friend beside her whom she had not seen for many years.
"Because I'm an Angel, I'm particularly sensitive to this."
"Oh, so that's it. I thought I could give Frosia a surprise." Loran Hill wanted to say a lot to this friend, but looking at Frosia who was so quiet, he suddenly didn't know how to start.
It seemed that Frosia did not need her comfort, nor did she care about Loran Hill's concealment of his identity over the years.
"It's a surprise. Luo Xier finally shows up by my side." Frosia combed her golden hair beside her ears in the breeze, slowly talking about how much she had missed her over the years.
In fact, she doesn't have many friends, especially in the aristocratic circle with complicated relationships. Luo Xier is a very special existence to her.
"Luo Xi'er is a witch."
"Yeah." The girl couldn't refute.
"It's Loran Hill."
"yes."
"So young! I used to think witches lived a long time and were difficult to approach or get along with."
Recalling the scene when I first met Loran Hill at school, the silver-haired girl was so shy and immature, and didn't look like the legendary witch at all.
"Actually, witches aren't that difficult to get along with. As for me, maybe it's because I just woke up not long ago."
"Does Luo Xier like riding horses?" Frosia suddenly asked an irrelevant question.
"Horseback riding? Well, I wouldn't say I hate it."
While Loran Hill was still thinking about why he asked this question, Frosia had already stood up.
"Let's go horseback riding. There's one in the village down below."
"But, this unfinished painting..."
"You can paint anytime. I can see such dawn and sunset many times." While speaking, Frosia pulled Loran Hill and walked quickly.
The two of them, holding their skirts, ran through the long grass and hillsides towards the small village at the foot of the mountain.
With a surprised response and a smiling consent, Frosia borrowed two horses from a farmer's house, one brown and one light white.
"Which one do you like better, Luo Xier?"
"As for me, I think it should be the light white one." The girl thought because it seemed to be more docile.
"Okay, this is for you." Frosia said as she picked up the slightly rough rope.
This rope woven with hay fibers, when held in the hand, can feel the roughness and burrs on the surface, a slightly prickly feeling. Approaching the light white horse, the girl can see its smooth, slightly oily fur up close, and smell a faint grassy scent.
The two of them led the horses and walked slowly on the windswept grass, talking about the past years.
"At that time, I also borrowed a horse from a village outside of Titania. I rode it away from the bustling imperial capital of Titania and galloped across the vast plains."
"I didn't stop at any villages or towns along the way. I just kept going until I returned to the fields and forests of the East."
“The long journey seems to be particularly novel. There is no boredom and dullness of the past, only countless expectations and relaxation.”
"Looking back now, this must have been a blessing from the witch Roshielle."
"No, it's not that great of a blessing actually." The girl answered modestly with a slight embarrassment.
"Luo Xier is still so cute, hehe."
"Frosia laughed at me again."
"No, I'm just very happy to see you safe and sound after all these years. My family can safely enter this new and peaceful era."
Frosia turned around, her blue eyes as beautiful as the sky, looking at the girl in front of her.
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