Does our doubt come from the hint of fate? We hug each other, and the ice and snow melt into hot tears when we meet.
We dispersed the night mist, and the sky broke through, revealing the outline of the distant mountains.
Where there is a moon, there is a moon here.
Wherever is home, this is home.
Only later did Qiu Qingchen realize that he had once cut a long way to open up the vast world, and then the mountains and rivers passed, and the road was long and arduous, but it was not as good as the tacit understanding and the surprise of meeting under the ginkgo trees.