A long white dress
Long black hair.
She leaned over the big green stone.
Small pine
An ancient well
She seems to have lost her breath.
When an old friend's eyes look at her
She will wake up like thunder.
Break your shoulders like the wind
Run back to the dark house
Bring out a bucket of water.
Bring a raging flood
Xi Murong's Poem of Wing Chun II: Qilixiang
This stream is eager to flow to the ocean.
The tide is eager to return to land.
In front of the hedge with green trees and white flowers
I waved goodbye so easily.
After 20 years of changes,
Our souls come back every night.
When the breeze blows.
It became a garden full of fragrance.