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Xie Jinheng remembers that when he exchanged his loneliness for glory and stood at the highest point in the music world for an interview, someone asked him where he was from. He only tilted his head slightly, and his black hair curved with the movement. The breeze blew through the end of his hair, just like the valley breeze he felt climbing up the cliff while standing on the top of the white-capped mountain. It traveled through the past and the past, the vicissitudes of the sea, and the lights of thousands of houses, melting into a trickle of warmth and blowing on his face. "Snowy mountains." I come from the top of the snow-capped mountains without life. As everyone knows, his musical style is lonely and remote. He thought that he was the only whale in the deep sea and could not resonate. He thought that there was no life on the top of the snow-capped mountains. It wasn't until one day that the little fox who accidentally lived in his house snuggled up in his arms in a daze with fever, and the golden ancient totem between his eyebrows shone slightly. This ancient tree that grew in the severe cold and was originally cold-hearted, remembered the companionship of the injured little fox sleeping in the hole of the tree for thousands of years, and the light between its eyebrows that was as weak as fireflies and as beautiful as glass. He lowered his head and kissed the girl's forehead, causing thousands of branches to shake the snow, feeling affectionate. - When they met for the first time when they were young, Xue Tuanzi put her hands on his shoulders and whispered, "Brother Wutong, my name is Pian Pian, which means Pian Pian." Thousands of years later, the man held the snow dumpling in his arms and traveled through thousands of rivers and mountains, turning his preference into love. I am still withdrawn and not interested in worldly affairs, but it is you who, holding the sun in your arms and filled with smoke and smoke, comes to me. But it was you who broke all the rules. - I hope you are a carefree little fox under the sycamore tree. I hope you are the little girl in my palm. Concept: Love can melt ice and snow. In the contradictory world, there is the birth of eternal night and loneliness, and there is another side of eternal warmth and harmony.