The river is exhausted

November 1995, 11, Florida, USA.

A young woman lies in a hospital ward, holding her newborn baby in her arms, her lips pressed against the baby's face, her cheeks wet with tears.

"Mom hopes that you can flow like a river." She sobbed softly, her eyes full of complex emotions.

"Take care of him for me, Dad." After a long time, he handed the baby in his hand to the old man beside him.

The old man took the baby, nodded, and stared softly at the grandson in his hands.

July 1997, 7, Suzhou, Jiangsu, China.

A loud cry of a baby came from an ordinary farm house.Accompanied by the chirping of cicadas just entering summer, they rise and fall, telling the beauty of life.

"This child... the five elements are short of water, let's call him into the river." An old and kind voice spoke slowly, holding back a little bit of pain.She held the newborn baby in her arms, with tears in her eyes.

The baby's name was Shen, and his mother gave birth by the river.

These are just two names, but also two fates, but also a road with no return.