"Ruixuan, do you know the allusion of the winter jasmine flowers?" She stood behind the jasmine flowers, her head lowered and her eyebrows lightly covered.
"You are a flower girl and you know more than me."
"It is said that when Dayu controlled the floods, he took off the thorn vines from his waist and gave them to his beloved before he left. After Dayu left, the girl took the thorn vine belt and stood on the high mountain and waited. As time went by, the thorn vines grew together and turned into a stone statue. When Dayu returned from the flood control, he hugged his beloved girl and cried bitterly. His tears fell on the thorn vines, and small golden flowers bloomed. These are winter jasmine flowers."
"Siniang, do you want to imitate that girl? Don't wait for him any longer. He is not Dayu. He can't come back."
She sighed quietly, her eyes dimmed with tears: "Ruixuan, please stop trying to persuade me. When he has become my habit, maybe this is his fate. If he says he will come back, he will definitely come back. Even if the Song Dynasty is not dead, he will not die. Maybe next year, if the spring flowers bloom again, he will come back."
As the sun sets, a lone bird flies sideways. Siniang, Siniang, do you know that waiting for you has become my habit? If I had never been frivolous when I was young, I would never miss you in this life. If there is an afterlife, I would like to turn into a hundred flowers. At least I can listen to your thoughts, unlike me, who is separated from you by this bush of winter jasmine flowers.