Tell Me About My Long Journey

She planted a willow tree at the ferry and said he would come back when the willow tree fell to the ground. For ten or twenty years, the willow branches brushed across the water and turned yellow, but the boat never returned. One day a merchant ship docked, and an old monk came down holding her urn and said that she had asked her before she passed away in a foreign land: "Tell him not to ask about the date of return. I will return when the willow withers." He caressed the withered willow and was stunned for a long time. Then he turned around and took out the letterhead from his collection, and added a line of words on the back: "The willow has withered, and I am also old. It is better to see it in my dream."