That morning, the weather was fine and sunny. 'He' wore a bamboo hat, carried 'his' belongings, and walked along the road to Yangzhou City, which should not be far away. The road was wide and straight, paved with flat stone slabs, with trees swaying on both sides, full of greenery. People and vehicles came and went, not exactly crowded, but continuous.
Throughout the journey, 'his' mood remained calm, as 'he' was already an enlightened being. In the world of practitioners, the mind is merely a clear mirror reflecting the images of the world. No matter how complex and noisy the images are, the mirror remains a mirror, and the state of mind should not be greatly disturbed by the images in the mirror.
Halfway through the journey, 'he' suddenly felt an unusual ripple, faintly, wave after wave. 'He' savored the unique qualities encoded in the subtle waves, "It's you!" As 'he' walked, the fluctuation gradually expanded and lingered in 'his' mind, the most familiar wave in this world. 'He' slightly quickened 'his' pace, light-footed, unable to hide 'his' small excitement. Soon, 'he' saw 'her' again! This was a reunion after many lifetimes and hundreds of years. Instantly, 'his' mind surged with passion, like tumultuous waves crashing within 'him', and the world in 'his' eyes seemed to lose its background, leaving only 'her'!
'He' quickly took a deep breath to calm 'his' surging emotions. 'He' continued to stroll, and 'she' was still young, about seven or eight years old, accompanied by a maidservant. 'She' was playing by the side of the road, unable to part with the white ginger flowers by the roadside. Observing the exquisite silk fabrics on 'her' and the maidservant's bodies and the leather shoes on their feet, 'he' could tell that 'her' current life was not bad. 'He' pretended to walk casually while glancing around, using 'his' peripheral vision to watch 'her'.
As 'he' was about to pass by 'her', 'she' suddenly ran towards 'him', "Here!" 'She' approached 'him', handing a white ginger flower to 'his' hand, looking at 'him' happily, "Pretty, right? Hehe!" With a delicate face and big eyes blinking, 'her' eyes radiated innocent purity! 'He' gently stroked 'her' hair and smiled, accepting 'her' ginger flower. "Thank you! Baby!" "Hehe!" 'She' playfully smiled at 'him'. "Miss!" 'Her' maidservant softly called 'her', and 'she' turned and ran back to the maidservant, then both walked in another direction, gradually disappearing. 'He' stood there for a while, holding the ginger flower in 'his' hand, then continued 'his' journey.