A river flowed between them for three thousand years.
People on the south bank don't talk, but people on the north bank have been talking for many years.
The wind blew away the sound, and the water took away the shadow. There is only one old locust tree standing on the south bank, with branches growing towards the north.
Later, the Yellow River became peaceful.
People from the North Shore returned home and grinded soy milk every day. The man from Nan'an leaned against the door frame and said something very softly.
Three thousand years. The strongest words are the lightest words.
The Yellow River keeps flowing. The shore will not move.
Intention: Family love is eternal