Snow fell on the water, startling the gulls. The man with the white sideburns was wearing a bamboo hat and fishing on his knees. There was nothing unusual about his hands, calluses and red lines.

Since he looked at the water, the water also looked at him, and since he said, "Where is this boat going?"

Qiao Tianya stayed still and replied, "The ends of the earth."

Now that he sighed, he said, "You turned around to be a Buddhist school, and since then you have forgotten your past, isn't it clear and clean." Qiao Tianya followed the morning light and said: "There is no shortcut to Buddhism in the mountains, I can't find it. "

Since the cold water has been lifted, the sleeves slipped on top, as if floating outside the realm of heaven. He finally gave up his persuasion and said, "You won."

When the boat docked, since disembarking, bowed to Qiao Tianya. He followed Qiao Tianya for several years, but Qiao Tianya did not convert as he wished. Since he can't figure out the reason, he is still a child.

Qiao Tianya was silent for a moment: "Where are you going?"

Since he put his hands together, he said briskly, "Go to Xunchun."

In an instant, the wind moved and the snow flew, and since he turned around and hid in the mist. Qiao Tianya's sleeves were agitated, and he was still fishing. The red thread wrapped around Qiao Tianya's wrist, just like he once tied it between another person's wrist.

When the wind stopped and the fog cleared, the fishing rod swayed.

Qiao Tianya picked up the fishing rod and saw the first spring bud on the shore when the silver scales slapped the beads. When the time came, he had to go north, to the spring March when no one came.