Prisoner of Eternal Time

There is a shabby house and you can't get out. There is an old locust tree with seventy-three pieces of amber hanging on it. There was a man who lived for twelve hundred years. Every day he sat on the threshold and looked in the direction of the short mountain. There is a river over there called Xiaohe River. There is a mountain over there called Shen Shu Mountain. He cannot see. Later, a child ran in. She squatted in front of the clay figure and spoke to the amber. She said: "Good morning, Ah Yue! Good morning Shitou! Good morning grandma!" She said: "Uncle Shen, the river will accompany you." The wind blew and the wind chimes rang. This was the first time in twelve hundred years that someone had said this to him. ---