The maple leaves are thousands upon thousands, and the river bridges cover the evening sails. The heart of remembering the king is like the water of the West River, which flows eastward day and night without rest. --Yu Xuanji
One day, Master and I were walking in the rain. It was difficult to walk on the muddy road under the rain. My feet slipped and I fell into Master's arms.
I took the opportunity to hug him and softly called: "Fei Qing."
But he pushed me away.
"I am your master, Youwei, you should respect yourself."
"Self-respect?" I don't understand. What's wrong with expressing your feelings to the one you love? "I thought that since you were the same as me, you would understand me."
"Youwei, I'm more than thirty years older than you, and I already have a family."
"I don't care. I don't care about all the worldly things."
"In my heart, you are the same as my daughter."
I shed tears in despair and looked at him quietly.
He handed me the umbrella. I pushed it away and left decisively.
Intention: Remembering the king, my heart is like the water of the West River
