A Fated Meeting in the Immortal Realm

When spring comes, peach blossoms float on the water, and peach-blossom fish swim beneath. Their pale white and deep red hues surpass any painting. Are they flowers or fish? No one can tell.

I imitate my senior brother's habit of sleeping on his side and drift into a dream. In the dream, peach-blossom fish bloom in clusters. Transparent, pristine jellyfish, each bearing a red heart, drift carefree through the vast ocean, creating a scene as beautiful as a dream. A lovely white snake enters my dream. On a broken bridge, she transforms into a woman and embraces a graceful young man. I kneel behind the broken bridge, praying that it will not collapse. But a broken bridge remains a broken bridge. Even before it was broken, it had already been named the Broken Bridge.