Wuhedu

The story comes to an end when the tide stops and the lights hang between the beams. When writing Wuhe Crossing, I always wanted to give Lin Yansheng and Su Wan a good ending in the worldly sense. I hope that the ferry will dock, I hope that people will be reunited, and that after the fog clears, the two of them can cross the bluestone ferry and spend the autumn and winter in peace. But rivers have their destiny. The water of the Fog River has been flowing since ancient times and has seen countless reunions and separations. It will not change its direction just for two people. So in the end, they did not stay together in the world, but gave up their lives and thoughts to the flowing water. The reed flowers are faith, the sound of waves is song, the body is dissipated in the smoke waves, and the soul is melted into the wind and waves on the river. This is not a tragedy, it is their destiny. Love and longing in the world have more than one look. It doesn't have to be together day and night, it doesn't have to be holding hands in the world. It can be returned to the river, placed in the flame of a lamp, or sealed in a scroll of letters or a fragment of ancient porcelain. Even if we never meet again, as long as there are still people who remember it, the story has never really died. Later, there was Yunxi Bank three hundred miles away. The foggy river collects farewells, and the cloud bank places lingering thoughts. Pei Xu took a piece of ancient riverside porcelain all the way to the lamp shop and sealed it in the Duhen lamp. The frosty reed flowers at the upstream ferry followed the river and crossed the three hundred-mile waterway, meeting the joys and sorrows of Wen Shu, Su Wenheng, and Xie Zhiyu in the lights. The dead souls have a lamp to shelter in, and the living have a place to lay down their past memories. There is no need to forget the past, but there is no need to be trapped in the past and suffer.