It was snowing heavily, she was wearing a red dress and a red umbrella, and the wind was blowing. The man stood in the snow, holding a lantern, saying as he did in the past, life is like a journey in reverse for half a life, and life is like a fluttering, like parting. The old will not say goodbye, and the new will not come. She raised her face, and snowflakes fell on her face, turning into water and not knowing whether they were tears or snow. She didn't look back, and stepped into the snow alone, not seeing her again for years. As soon as he left, there was no news and he disappeared. After many years of reunion, she still dressed in red, but she didn't know how to deal with the old incident from that year again. In the snowy night, who can join hands to walk through the endless night? How much room is left for love between family, country and the world? The yellow crane is gone and never returns, the white clouds are floating in the sky for thousands of years, and the mist is misty. The fishing boat rises, and the wind bridge breaks the willows. The sky is ninety thousand miles away, and only the bones are left to mourn. The wind stirs up the cold sky, and who will return to the snowflakes?