To Wen Heshan, Wen Qinghe was like a branch on the tree, and he was like the branch next to him, growing from the same root, but wanting the other to live long.
The world is a lush tree.
Wenhe Mountain is a branch on the tree, and Wenqing River is also a branch on the tree.
The branches grow from the same root and die at the same age, but Wen Heshan wants Wen Qinghe to live a long life, and Wen Qinghe also wants Wen Heshan to live a long life.
Wen Heshan watched with his own eyes as Wen Qinghe was pulled away and the car disappeared from sight. From then on, he embarked on the road to find Wen Qinghe.
Snowflakes fell on him, and the cold wind eroded his temperature.
But he was thinking about Wen Qinghe, so in the ice and snow, there was a trace of warmth hidden in his heart.
Intention: I hope that when the moon comes out, the reunion of life will be there.