The face looks younger upon returning from thousands of miles away. A smile, a smile while still carrying the fragrance of white snow.
Asked if the Western Land is not good, it replied: Where the heart finds peace, that is my home."
The carriage departs into the distance.
The wheels turn and sound.
Xiaozhu looked at "a smile, a smile while still carrying the fragrance of white snow," and couldn't help but laugh, but upon seeing "where the heart finds peace, that is my home," tears welled up on top of the smile.
Countless tears rolled down the old woman's cheeks.
She laughed, cried, carefully rolled up the poem and placed it in the tube, holding it tightly, her eyes showing a sense of peace and joy, then she left along the path she came from.
Gradually departing... Gradually disappearing.
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The wheels stirred the soil and frost on the hard ground, gradually moving away.
"Where are we going?" Zhenyan Xue asked.
Li Yuan asked, "Where do you want to go?"
