You look at me far away, but I look at you very close. A thick wall makes it impossible for people to put it in, while a thin piece of paper makes people blend together for life. They are so far away, opposite ravines, and often adjacent to natural chasms; encounters are often beautiful errors, and the distance is short, and they will be together forever. Life stretches far and wide; short distances push emotions long and far away. You live at the head of the Yangtze River, and I live at the end of the Yangtze River. From one end to the other, the water is flowing and the white clouds are leisurely. Hands cannot hold hands. Dreams are connected day by day; eyes cannot look at each other, but hearts are always intertwined. Thousands of mountains and mountains cannot block the endless thoughts; thousands of miles of waterways cannot separate the painful concerns. Distance is the production line of longing and concern, producing in large quantities the most sincere and passionate emotions of love, hatred, sorrow and joy in life. Distance is like a piece of rubber, only when it is stretched can feelings have tight tension; distance is like a bow string, only when it is stretched can feelings have impulsive desire; distance is like a spring, only when it is stretched can feelings have the desire to be close. If people have turned a blind eye to flowers, then you don’t have to open them all year round. You can wait for winter and summer to bloom until they grow up; if people have raised umbrellas to avoid flowers, then you don’t have to come to flowers every day. Against the wind and rain, across the frost and snow, it is not until winter that the love shines brightly. When love lacks a little affection, what you want may not be close, but distance; when family affection is lacking, what you want may not be together, but separated.