The Buddha said that five hundred times of looking back in the past life are enough to pass you by in this life. So how many times do you need to look back in order for me to live in your heart?
I still remember that in the cold winter, in the white snow, a woman stood in a red cloak; under the red plum tree, a man dressed in white sat holding a flute.
The woman said: "The sound of your flute is so beautiful!"
The man chuckled and turned to leave.
I still remember that in the early spring of that year, in the orchid garden, the woman was sitting on a swing and drifting in the wind; behind her, the man quietly inserted an orchid on her head.
The woman said: "Yinxiang, I like orchids!"
The man said: "Sooner or later, I will personally plant a sea of orchids for you!"
I still remember that in the midsummer of that year, in the lotus pond, the woman was sitting in a boat singing a tune; beside her, the man was playing a bamboo flute, and the sound of the flute was moving.
The woman said: "Yinxiang, can we stay here for the rest of our lives?"
The man said: "Ge'er, as long as you are willing, it's okay!"
I still remember that in the late autumn of that year, the leaves were falling one after another, and the woman held the guqin with her fingertips slightly raised; in front of her, the man gently brushed the fallen leaves from her head.
The woman said: "Yinxiang, I wish to win the heart of one person, and we will never be apart until we grow old together."
The man said: "Hold your hand and grow old together with me."