Somewhere in this world, there is a guest of Yellow Springs. He crossed the river of time and came to the end of this world. The land of Yellow Springs is the dividing line between life and death, and it is an insurmountable realm for human beings. However, this guest of Yellow Springs always lingers here, unwilling to leave.
His name has been forgotten by the years, and only the sound of the wind and rain silently tells his story. His figure is like an ethereal cloud of smoke, disappearing from time to time. Some say that he is a lost soul, haunted by the entanglement of love; It is also said that he is a lost traveler, looking for the meaning of life.
Every day, he would come here and gaze quietly at the river. The river is gurgling, carrying countless lives, rushing to the unknown side. The guests of Yellow Springs always stand on the shore, gazing at the departed souls. His gaze was full of helplessness and confusion.
Someone asked him why he didn't leave, why he didn't go back to the world. The guest of Huangquan smiled and said, "I am tired of the hustle and bustle of the world. And this is where my soul belongs. His voice was like a breeze, soft and firm.
The guests of Huangquan are no longer bothered by the distractions of the world. He understands that there is no right or wrong between life and death. Every day is an appointment, a reunion and a parting. Why bother every day?
He continued to stand on the bank, gazing at the river. He knew that one day, he would blend in and be one of those countless souls. And at that time, he will no longer be a guest of Yellow Springs, but a friend of Yellow Springs.