In the misty Jiangnan rain, an old woman rested by the lake. Voices came from a short distance ahead. Even from afar, she could tell what they were saying. Yesterday, a famous painting had appeared in Jiangnan, stunning countless people.
Hearing their conversation, the old woman smiled. She knew the painting, and she knew what it depicted. It was called The Jade Flute by the Lake. She knew the person in the painting very well indeed.
At the sound of the voices, a girl ran over to the old woman.
"Grandma, what are they talking about?"
"They're talking about a painting."
"What's in the painting?"
The old woman smiled.
"The painting shows love."
Love? The little girl pouted adorably. She didn't know what love was.
"Grandma, what is love?"
The old woman gazed across the lake toward the horizon. Slowly, many scenes surfaced in her mind.
"Love..."
"Love is snowflakes falling and melting into the stream. It's the sun setting, and birds returning home in the evening sky. It's a glance exchanged across a thousand lifetimes, a boat crossing the river of reincarnation."
