A green train with the number K1314 slowly set off from a small station in the northwest, passed through the vast desert with yellow sand, passed by the Inner Mongolia prairie with herds of cattle and sheep, and headed towards the city in the north of the northeast.
The train is passing through the dark night, and there are dots of lights outside the window. I wonder if the rumble of the train will wake up someone who is sleeping? The fellow traveler sitting opposite was already snoring slightly, but it was my first time to go on a long trip, but I didn't feel sleepy at all.
Open "Half an Acre of Flowers" and then close it again. I want to tell a story, a story about the south and the north, a story about people who have never met but can be together, a story about people who are not childhood sweethearts but can be together for a long time.