In the desert leading to Yumen Pass, a girl rode a white horse, walking slowly eastward.
In fact, it is already February, but spring outside the Great Wall always starts with snow and wind and ends with sand and wind, always blowing as far as the eye can see. Li Wenxiu was very familiar with such winds. The boundless grassland was covered with thick snow, and every time the white horse took a step, its calves would sink in. Looking back, I can see the white-haired wind blowing in the distance, smoothing out the shrinking hometown in the distance - is the grassland her hometown? It doesn't really count, right? So where is her hometown?
The white horse is old, walking slowly step after step on this seemingly endless snowfield, but no matter how slow it is, it will finally take her away from this grassland. Li Wenxiu wanted it to go slowly, so that it would leave more time.