The cold winter wind howls from the northwest plateau, and the birds that have lost their feathers hug each other and spend the long winter in the nests that have been built in the summer, while the sky above Chengdu is always gray. What are you looking at in this boundless world? The eternal starry sky or the towering mountains? Or is it the distant place you expect on the never-ending journey?
Miao'er hugged him and said softly: "I know, I know." ''