The Ever-Burning Lantern on the Other Side of the River

On the night of the Ghost Festival, Xiamen's grandma took her granddaughter to put lanterns on the river. The granddaughter asked: "Can the lantern float to the other side?" Grandma pointed to the strait: "Your grandfather is over there and receives it every year." The granddaughter wrote on the lantern: "Grandpa, we are all waiting for you." The river lantern drifted away with the waves. On the other side of the river, Kinmen, an old fisherman picked up the lantern and burst into tears. A lamp, cross-strait love, the night of the Zhongyuan Dynasty, the blood has never been blocked by the sea.