I often think about the blessings and misfortunes in this life. If there is an afterlife, it would be best to be reborn in an ordinary family, Xiaomo in the south of the city. There are two or three thatched huts, with plum blossoms blowing in the wind. Four or five flowers are stained on the skirt of clothes, and hands are growing white. After spending sixty-seven years together in the spring and autumn, I realized that the sky is high and the sea is vast. This life is considered very satisfying. But I want to be greedy. If I can meet you again in the next life, I just want to grow old together for the rest of my life.
Intention: It's spring again on the small street in the south of the city. Only plum blossoms can be seen but no one can be seen. People have three thousand illnesses from birth to old age, but lovesickness alone cannot cure them
