On the day of the Waking of Insects, all insects wake up. He lay lazily under the peach blossom tree, letting the breeze blow the petals on his clothes. He was once a mythical beast under Fenghua's sect, with morning dew as his meal and maple leaves as his clothes. Fenghua's little disciples loved to tease him. One of them caught crickets and fireflies for him after hearing that he liked bugs, just to make him smile. But he didn't know how to laugh. The young disciple thought that he wasn't doing well enough, so he was depressed all day long. One day, the wind was strong, and the little disciple's hat was blown away by the wind. Seeing this, the mythical beast smiled slightly. The little disciple was busy chasing the hat and missed this fleeting smile. Later, the young disciple died of illness. The mythical beast was grief-stricken. He stood in front of the young disciple's spiritual tablet, surrounded by shades of vegetation and spider webs hanging in the air.
Just stay still.
Seeing his deep obsession, a venerable man in white made a promise to him: if the mountain is broken, the old friend will never return.
A man of magnificence and flourishing for several years, a lively family style, fond of literature, good friends, peach blossoms in front of the mountains make wine, and maple leaves behind the mountains make sugar.