No matter how bright the moon in Kunlun is, it cannot illuminate the night in Qianjiang River; no matter how strong the wind in southern Xinjiang is, it cannot disperse the fog in Qianling Mountains. His roots are in the Gobi, and her soul is in the mountains. The two mountains are separated by an insurmountable fateful gap. When the wind and sand urge the return journey, when the water of the Qianjiang River carries worries, the wet fog is still spreading back to the south. From now on, the mountains are high and the water is far away, and the Kunlun moon still shines brightly in southern Xinjiang, but it cannot shine through the open window.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
