The dream is in the distance, how high the blue sky is and how long the river is. I once thought quietly and deeply longed for the flowers. They faded and bloomed again. The clouds came and went again. I just lamented that time went too fast. Far away, you are so broad. Is your heart waiting for me to come thousands of miles away? I won’t find it too far. It’s just a bumpy road. I always fall. Don’t be anxious. Please be patient and wait until the peach blossoms bloom