You said that the red candle in the west window was at the right time; later, the wind in my hometown turned the flowers in the garden into dust.
——Hua Yao
You said that in the dream of a red building, there was a bronze mirror for dressing up; later, the bead curtain was broken, and the mirror was next to the well.
——Jiutian Mirror
You said that tears are as bright as pearls, full of sorrow; later, your beautiful face is still there, but your pupils are dull.
——Shark tears
The water across the river was rippled, and the ferryman stood at the stern of the boat as always, gazing at the scenery on the other side and holding the oar. I sat quietly on the bow.
He said his name was Naruo and my name was Hongling. He told me many stories.
He said he was waiting for a woman with a charming smile.
He said that he gave up the chance of reincarnation for her, suffered a lot, and became a ferryman just to see her.
He also said that the person he was waiting for was named Qingqing. . .