On the bank of Qiantang Lake, a young man in white is sleeping with his back against a plum tree, with a white crane lying beside him. There is a faint fragrance floating around, and there are many fallen flowers in his dream. The man in the dim place smiles sweetly, his eyebrows are looking forward, and his skirt is flying. He just says that the Yaochi is boring. He asks how he has been recently. It disappears quickly, leaving him with a dream of plum fragrance.
Little did he know that this dream was not a dream, little did he know that this smile was not a smile.
I am willing to fall into the Yaochi and enter the world for you and experience all the eight sufferings in this world. There is no point in dying without marrying a plum wife and a crane child.
I am willing to exhaust all the blue waters, descend into the underworld, and go through reincarnation for you. Why should I fear greed, anger, ignorance, resentment, birth, old age, illness, and death?
Give me a Nanke dream, and I will never wake up.