The wind of late autumn carries the cold mist of the Wei River, spreading over the desolate plateau of Longyou, and also over the ups and downs of all living beings in the world. He stood up from the mud in Longyou, with wet frost on his shoulders, the dust of his homeland under his feet, and an endless road ahead. After half a lifetime, he has seen fertile fields turn into barren graves, he has seen prosperous cities turned into ruins, and he has seen human nature stripped off its pretense in times of famine and war, revealing its truest form - the greed to survive, the tenderness to protect calves, and the bones that refuse to break in desperate situations. The laws of nature are silently crushing, and the changing of seasons never stops. But between heaven and earth, man is just a grass and tree that bends in the wind, but he insists on earning his own way of life in the midst of withering and prosperity. He traveled thousands of miles across mountains and rivers, met all kinds of people, experienced separation and reunion, witnessed prosperity and decline, and finally understood that the so-called destination was never in a distant city, but in the undying warmth in his heart.
