The Moon Is on the Branches, the Plum Trees Are on My Heart

She is a mute girl who falls in love with a painter. The painter painted everything in the world, but he could not paint her voice. She pointed at the moon in the sky and the plum blossoms in the courtyard, and drew a circle in her palm with her fingers. The painter doesn't understand. She left and went to the south. Many years later, the painter passed by a plum garden and saw a woman teaching a child to write under the moonlight. It was her. She gestured in sign language, and the child translated: "Mom said, the moon is the roundness of the heart, and the plum blossoms are the tips of the fingers." The painter suddenly burst into tears - he had waited for half a lifetime to understand the silent confession of that year.