A family inclined to kindness and charity would grace the descendants. Thanks to one small act of kindness, by providence she comes across a grateful friend; Fortunate that her mother, has done an unperceived good deed…. Men should rescue the distressed and aid the poor… Who would have guessed that kindness in this world ultimately would be the road that one must choose, that proverbial fork in the road? Clouds of rain float on eastern winds as new vines start to blossom. Though drums of war roar too loudly and their brilliance has been lost, a green grass carpet greets the sun by the break of morning. Let us wait for the yellow leaves, a few gourds are harvested.
As the water dried up in the winter, laborers were like ants as they worked hard to move rocks and sand on the two sides of the river to make repairs. Rumors said that the silver hadn't been completely handed down. So other than the subcontractors, the other commoners were all very lifeless. No one wanted to work hard if they were busy all day but were still not able to put even bronze in their pockets. Only the laborers dawdling over their work had the extra time to go have a look at the river they had long tired of looking at and mimic the civil officials far above them.
When they looked, everyone was surprised to see that on the Yangtze heading toward Jiangnan Road there suddenly appeared many boats. They were currently cruising up and down the river. Shipping in the winter couldn't compare to that of the other three seasons and was very rarely this lively. It was like in one night someone used magic to airdrop all these ships onto the river.