The young man in green clothes stood at the bow of the boat, holding an umbrella and looking at the flowers. He stretched out his hand to pick a few flowers, looked at the broken flowers in his hands and said: "The flowers are blooming and falling, so pitiful."
The fisherman walked out of the boat, crossed his arms and replied: "Why do you feel so pitiful, Master?"
"Flowers bloom and fall. I can see them blooming but I don't know whose house they will fall into."
"You've seen the flowers bloom, so why do you care who they bloom for and whose home they fall?"
"I just know these truths, but I can't let them go."
"Since Hua has let go of her worries, why can't you let go?"
"..."
The wind suddenly blew by, blowing away the remaining flowers in Shen Jinyi's hands. He stretched out his hand to grab it, but it was not what he wanted.
The fisherman smiled calmly: "You can't catch something that really wants to go away."
The season has passed and the flowers have dispersed.
Old friends, old friends, are still looking for the flowers of time that cannot be found every year.
"Sure, sir," the fisherman looked at Shen Jinyi indifferently, "the flowers have already fallen, why do you insist on whose house the flowers fell?"
Follow the causes and conditions from your heart, and follow the conditions from your heart.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowers bloom. Jin is like jade, and there is no confusion.
Intention: Follow the causes and conditions according to the heart, and follow the conditions according to the heart.
