When Fu Shu followed his master into the mountains, he heard that he had an uncle named Yun Jian, who was informal and free-spirited.
Later, one day in early spring, Yun Jian smiled and said to him: "If you tell me the truth from now on, then I won't lie to you. How about that? You don't have to be so sensible here."
But many years later, when Yun Jian forgot about him, he still told many lies to Yun Jian, about himself and about Yun Jian's long forgotten past.
Later, in the snowy sky, he had no choice but to admonish: "Why? Do you really think... Is it worth it?"
At that time, Yun Jian hugged him gently and reached out to wipe away the tears in his eyes, but his hands were like the ice in the northern region that had never melted for thousands of years.
The smile in his eyes was still the same as before, but his voice sounded like a sigh.
"It's worth it, and I'm willing to do it, Fushu, don't cry..."
You have to remember that one day, someone will come through the frost and snow, wearing the morning sun, driving away the boundless darkness and bringing clear skies;
You have to know that one day, the frost and snow will melt into the dust, the past will be clear, and the flowers will bloom on the road ahead, and the spring light will shine in the heart.
But until then, you have to keep moving forward.
It has traveled thousands of miles and gone through many vicissitudes of life. After a few days of frost and snow, my heart is filled with clouds and moon.
Intention: The past is gone, but those who come can pursue it