After Sitting in the Pool

Under the ancient locust tree, he sat alone for nine hundred spring and autumn years. It is said that gathering dew from all four seasons can summon the souls of the dead. He tries every year and fails every year. One day, the wandering monk passed by and sighed: "It's not you who missed it, but she didn't want to come back." He stroked the withered bottle of morning dew and suddenly smiled: "Then wait. When the time comes, when the tree also remembers the name she buried here with her own hands."