Yanqiu Life and Death Contract

Fenshui is hot and cold, with cold waves carrying the frosty air from the north of the Great Wall, overflowing the tidal flats in the countryside of Bingzhou. Young Yuan Haowen, with his hair bundled up and his hair tied behind his back, was walking along the shore. He was about to go to Bingzhou to try his luck, but he was stopped by a shrill call of wild geese on the beach. There was a goose catcher standing by the beach. The bamboo basket was open, and a lone goose was curled up in it. Its feathers were soaked in blood and it was dead. But in mid-air, another goose was circling around the goose catcher, whining incessantly. The tip of its wings brushed the water, splashing fine cold beads. It seemed that it had lost an inch, and it had even forgotten its instinct to avoid arrows. The wild goose catcher weighed the bow in his hand and grinned: "There is also an infatuated one, just a pair, and they sold for a good price." Before he finished speaking, the lone goose suddenly flapped its wings and hit the bluestone on the beach. With a muffled sound, the goose feathers flew into the sky, and the bluestone was stained with blood. It actually broke its neck and died of love. Yuan Haowen stood in the wind and felt his heart being tightly grasped. The autumn wind in Saibei blew across his cheeks, which was actually more biting than the ice blades in the cold winter. He quickly stepped forward, took off the money bag from his waist, stuffed all the money into the goose catcher, and said in a deep voice: "I bought these pairs of geese." The wild goose catcher took the money, looked at him in surprise, weighed it, and left happily. Yuan Haowen found a high mound on the side of Fen River, dug the earth with his hands, picked up rocks, buried the two geese together, and built a small mound. There is no monument in front of the hill, only Fenshui is whimpering and the autumn wind is bleak. He looked at the newly built mound, feeling depressed in his chest, and blurted out a question from heaven that shook the cold waves: "Ask the world, what is love? Directly teach the promise of life and death?"