The moonlight was excellent that day, and it was so clear that it seemed to illuminate all the sins in the world. "Wow--" The baby's cry was very clear and abrupt in this silent night. Under the moonlight, an old woman bowed her body, her footsteps hurried and flustered, and she held a small cradle made of bamboo strips tightly in her arms, and the crying sound came from there. "Don't blame the old woman for being cruel." The old woman muttered something in her mouth, because her voice was so low that it sounded vague. She walked all the way, from the official road to this wilderness, perhaps because of the silence of the night, no one noticed her.

The old woman walked down the river slope with the baby in her arms, the moonlight shone in the river water, the lake surface was wrinkled by the dawn wind, and the waves sparkled like a fairy's tulle dress. The old woman struggled a little, and wanted to throw the baby into the water, but Perhaps the baby cried too hard, and the old woman couldn't bear it. There was a faint sound of a pipa not far away. The old woman panicked and threw the cradle into the water without any further hesitation. She clasped her hands together and recited Amitabha. "Create crimes, commit crimes, next time you have to vote for a good family, alas!"

The old woman walked ashore in a panic, she couldn't bear to look back, finally gritted her teeth, and sank into the depths of the moonlight without looking back. The cradle didn't sink right away, the icy lake water seeped into the bottom of the basket bit by bit. Apart from the jagged ripples on the lake surface, there was also the loud cry of the baby. Every now and then, it looked desolate and hopeless. The sound of the pipa was getting closer, but the person who played the pipa played the pipa very well, whether it was urgent or slow, it was very skillful. It was a painting boat, drifting from far to near, and the sound of the pipa stopped suddenly.

Only the cry of the baby was heard, which was desolate. "Is there a child crying outside?" Someone asked in the boat, and there was a silence in the boat. The basket was half-sunk, and the baby kept waving its limbs, and it was about to sink into the water. However, at this moment, a pair of weak and boneless hands picked up the baby from the water. "There really is a baby." The crying stopped, and the little baby slowly opened its eyes. The newborn baby clearly couldn't see anything, but at that moment, the baby seemed to see everything. "Who is so cruel, look at how well this child grows up." A low sigh warmed the cold night a bit.

Even the moonlight became softer. Under the soft moonlight, on the smooth and tender baby's back, a palm-sized red birthmark was also clearly illuminated by the moonlight.