There are tricks to boiling stones, leaving secrets behind. CAI Ling's whereabouts are nowhere to be found. The dream never awakens, and the wild crane suddenly looks like a flower in the sky. Forget all that; the peach blossoms are in love with the spring of Wuling. The mundane affairs have vanished, and the butterfly's transformation into a realm has become a dream of passing away. Where can the sound and appearance be found? The cry of the crane is still a false sound.