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One day，the girl was under the big banyan tree by the river alone when she heard a melodious flute from a distance in the deep bamboo forest in the mountains on the other side.Along with the flute，came a beautiful song：
Cangshan Mountain in Dali is steep and high；
My honey sleeps in the halfway to the mountain；
She becomes thinner and thinner day by day；
I become more and more worried night after night.
My honey，if you don't speak out the thing in your mind，
Who knows whether it is good or bad；
Into tears my honey cries，
No word comes out from her.
The singer was a young man whose surname was Wang from Xiahu Village.His family was very poor and he spent all the year chopping wood up the mountain.One day，the Village God's daughter was led by her mother to Jizu Mountain to worship Buddha and lost their way.Fortunately，they met this kind-hearted young man，who climbed the green vine hanging down from the cliff with one hand and helped them with the other hand to send them home.
Later，in this very place，the Village God's daughter and the young woodcutter made a lifelong reservation.
The girl felt a burst of joy to hear the song and gently slapped her hands twice.Immediately there came back two slaps on the other side of the river and then a shadow waded through the small river.
When the two walked，the moon in the sky walked.And when they stopped，the moon also stopped.
The woodcutter was so angry that his fist rattled when he heard the Village God's daughter tell the whole story of what had happened during the day.He said：“I'm going to find the guy in Wenshui village to comment on the situation.If he's not a thief，he's not going to pry into other people's walls.And you and I...”
The girl said to him，“You can't eat hot porridge in a hurry.I'm your girl now.How can you judge with someone like that？”
They walked side by side along the river.It was getting later.The night wind was colder than before，but none of them wanted to go home.