By the shores of West Lake, atop Su Causeway, I found myself thinking of Su Shi's lines: “On a sunny day, the rippling water looks its best; in the misty rain, the mountains are just as enchanting.” This rare vacation was truly delightful. Yet as I strolled through the nearby Yue Fei Temple, admiring the statues depicting Yue Fei's unwavering devotion to his country, I couldn't quiet my thoughts for a long time.
Just then, a flash of golden light appeared before me, and I lost consciousness. When I woke, I found myself lying on a straw mat in a dilapidated thatched hut.
Had I transmigrated?
Yue Fei was actually my neighbor.
In this vast, chaotic world, how far could I accompany this giant of history?
