Thousand Feet of Cold River

The cold river was thousands of feet long and the moon was heavy. She had been waiting at the ferry for ten years. When the man said goodbye, he said: When I come back, I will break all the flowers in the south of the Yangtze River for you. From then on, she lit an ever-burning lamp every day, and the wind blew in the evening every year. Later, a young man in white came to the river bank. She pushed through the crowd and rushed forward - it turned out that it was not him. The river was filled with falling flowers. When she turned around, she heard someone calling her name from behind.