Walking in the Reeds by the River

In his twilight years, the poet walks along the river bank every day and scatters his unfinished poems into the flowing water. One day, I discovered that all the discarded lines of poetry had grown spontaneously into golden flowers in the reeds downstream. When the children broke the straw and played it, the melody that flowed out was his first love poem that had been lost for many years. It turns out that the river has already turned his loneliness into a secret fairy tale for the entire village.