<p>In September of autumn, Mazu's father and elder brother took a boat to cross the sea and sail northward. At that time, the westerly wind was blowing fiercely, and the surging waves on the river rose with a rumble. Mazu was weaving. Suddenly, she closed her eyes and lost herself in thought at the loom. Her complexion changed suddenly. She held the shuttle tightly in her hand and stepped on the loom shaft. Her appearance was as if she was holding something and was afraid of losing it. Her mother found it strange and quickly called out to her. When Mazu woke up, the shuttle dropped. She cried and said, "Father is safe, but my elder brother has drowned!" Before long, the sad news came, and it was indeed the case. At that time, her father was panic - stricken in the furious waves and was on the verge of drowning several times. Vaguely, it seemed that someone was stabilizing the rudder of his boat, making the boat approach his elder brother's boat. Soon, the rudder of her elder brother's boat was destroyed by the wind and waves, and the boat capsized. It turned out that when Mazu closed her eyes and lost herself in thought, what she stepped on was her father's boat, and what she held in her hand was the rudder of her elder brother's boat.</p>