The Moon in the River Rarely Meets Summer

He is the lonely moon on the river soaked in coldness. He is silent all year round and refuses people thousands of miles away. She is the warm and lively midsummer evening breeze, carrying gentle warmth and rushing into his dark and silent world. Everyone says that the moon hanging high in the cold river will never meet the bright summer. They are two trajectories that cannot intersect. But there are some people who are willing to go through all the coldness just to rush for a belated reunion and redemption.