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The snow in the north falls and melts, and the cicadas in the south chirp and then stop. The "Hello" with a southern accent in the QQ group was the sweetest surprise when Wen Tang was sixteen. More than a thousand kilometers apart, Chen Yang taught her how to recognize lychees in the south, and she told her about radiators in the north; he said that when she turned twenty, he would cross mountains and rivers to meet her. She remembered that he loved eating dumplings stuffed with fresh meat and corn, and secretly practiced them countless times. On her 20th birthday, in the wind at the train station, she really waited for the boy holding the basketball. They crowded in a rented house, and he prepared a "spicy-free wok" for her. She served hot dumplings late at night after he finished playing football, and the differences between the north and the south turned into sugar in the smoke. But later, the cicada chirping from the south did not reach the north on time. He said, "My family needs me," and she said, "I'll wait for you." But instead, a red invitation with someone else's name on it came. Wen Tang returned to his hometown, and the snow in the north still fell every year, but no boy from the south would exclaim "Wow, it's such a heavy snow" from across the screen. Some promises, after all, are not worth the distance of thousands of miles, and the youthful time that cannot be returned.