On Qingcheng Mountain, where leaves rustle and fall, red maples stretch for dozens of miles.
At their peak, their leaves dance through the air.
In their decline, their leaves return to the earth.
Halfway up Qingcheng Mountain stands a great tomb. No one knows much about its owner, though everyone says the tomb's master was powerful and indulged in whatever they pleased!
One day, a richly dressed, beautiful woman wearing silk brocade and a golden feather ornament in her hair walked over the fallen, rotting red leaves, carrying a jug of strong liquor to pay her respects...
"Why am I so glad that you're dead?" Though tears streamed down her face, the woman was beaming.
Pouring wine from a jug as she made her offering, the living woman's confession to the dead was, as it should be, a belated heart-to-heart and a painful revelation.
I can always sit on the sofa and enjoy the farce. See how you create your own storyline. I feel like I'm some kind of big shot, all awesome.