The irises bloom all over the mountains until they are in full bloom, but I can no longer see them. All I have with me is the cold water of the Wangchuan River. I have forgotten many things, but I still remember that person's features clearly, like the mist of water vapor in June in the south of the Yangtze River, which has never been wiped out in reincarnation. He Nianchuan, even now, I have never hated you at all. You say that you have never been truly happy, and that my existence is the beginning of all your sins. But do you know? Your presence is a great gift from God to me. Therefore, I will definitely make you happy, as long as I die... The Buddha said: The eight sufferings of life are birth, old age, illness, death, parting from love, long-term hatred, not being able to ask for, and not being able to let go. I've experienced all this, but why can't I cross the River of Forgetfulness? Later, Po Meng said that I was too obsessed. He Nianchuan, you have been reincarnated for a long time, but I still can't let you go... My name is He Wangchuan. The river crosses the Wangchuan, beside the Sansheng Stone, and the other side of the tea plant, I still can't see through it.