In late spring, in March, it was already clearing away the evil spirits. By the Qujiang Pool, willow silk is dipped in water, and peach blossoms are falling like red rain. Shen Qingci, the daughter of the Minister of Civil Affairs, came to the pond and painted her pen, and the ink smudged with the waves, just like the ripples quietly spreading in her heart. Suddenly I heard the shadow in the green shirt moving, and a chant of "Peach blossoms falling like red rain" came through the air, startling the gulls and herons by the pond. Half of the pieces of "Butterfly Love Flower" were left behind, a folding fan with hidden feelings. From then on, the fate of the poor scholar Lu Jingheng and the famous lady Shen Qingci was closely intertwined with the peach blossoms, poems and flute music of this river and pond.
Intention: Destiny for three lives