(Editor's note: This piece follows the commentaries on the Jiaxu edition as its guide, and attempts to imitate the passages in the Land of Illusion that echo the preceding chapters. The prose is crude, but it preserves even the smallest trace of Cao Xueqin's intent. This chapter title subtly echoes the prophecy in Chapter Five, “A golden hairpin buried in the snow.” It begins with the cold fragrance of Hengwu Garden and ends with the tears exhausted in Xiaoxiang Lodge. The prose must twist and turn like a tortuous heart, so as to reveal the signs of a great mansion on the verge of collapse. Following the style of the first eighty chapters, this addition comes to 7,400 words. It weaves in the passage of the four seasons, folk festivals, utensils, and food, striving to make its texture as intricate as a brocade.)
