The rain in the south of the Yangtze River always carries a dampness that cannot be resolved.
The three-character plaque "Xuanhutang" in Taohuawu was soaked black by the rain, and the copper bells on the eaves were stained with dirt. When the wind blows, it makes a hoarse sound, which is like the sigh of a twilight person.
Under the plum tree at the back of the hall, there are two tombs buried together. There are no monuments, only a bush of wildly growing peonies, which are blooming brightly - as red as blood and as white as bones.
When the little boy collecting medicine passed by, he always heard the old medicine farmer saying: "There are two miracle doctors buried in that grave, one with the surname Bai and the other with the surname Wu. Back then, one was as warm as the spring breeze, and the other was as strong as fireworks. In the end..." The old medicine farmer waved his sleeves and raised his head - "They were all burned to ashes..."
The raindrops fell and hit the peony petals, splashing into tiny water drops, like someone's uncontrollable tears.
Intention: It is easy to heal people, but difficult to heal the heart; Hate is deep in the ocean, but love is far away in the sky.
