Pear Blossoms in Bloom

This book begins with a question: How can people survive in troubled times? The story takes place from 1936 to 1948, a time when the country was in turmoil and individuals were small. Yang Chaoyan, who was born in a scholarly family in the south of the Yangtze River, met Chang Jingnan, a pilot from the aviation school, in Tangli Garden in the deep spring. Love at first sight seems particularly luxurious under the cloud of war, but it is also particularly precious. What followed was a move south, marriage, separation, disappearance, and a seven-year wait. But the "waiting" I want to write about is not a passive persistence. Chaoyan's "waiting" is an active posture of survival. She taught during the war, raised her children in exile, and wrote letters during the long nights. What she is waiting for is not only a person, but also a belief - trust in the promise, hope for the country, and belief in humanity. Tanglihua is the breath of this novel. It blooms every year, quiet, white, fragile, but extremely tough. Just like those who still believe in love and beauty in the flames of war, they may be silent, but they are never truly destroyed. I consulted a large number of letters, diaries, local chronicles and old photos, trying to get a feel for the temperature of that era. What I want readers to see is not only the grand narrative of history, but also the specific tremors, warmth and light folded in time. "Waiting" and "returning" are two sides of this story. Waiting requires faith; returning requires proof. The seven-year gap was finally filled by the persistence of two people - one waited with daily tenacity, and the other returned home with a silent trek. The night I finished writing this book, I opened the window, and the spring night wind came in with the smell of vegetation. I know that what I have completed is not only a novel, but also a gaze and tribute to that era. The story is written to all those who still lived seriously, loved, and never gave up in the barren years. Tangli blooms again, paper is short but love is long. The story is here, may it find its readers. Thank you to every reader who has entered "A Tree of Tangli Blossoms" and listened to the story of Chao Yan and Chang Jingnan. This is my first novel. It may not be perfect, but it carries all my sincerity towards a piece of history and a deep feeling. The story will end, but I hope that the faith and waiting in the story can stay in a corner like the Tangli flower that blooms every year. Thank you for your silent protection. I hope we can all wait for our own flowering period in life. [Love][love][love]

The storyline is not procrastinating, the main lines are interspersed, and the story is immersive and rhythmic. I like to read novels that are long-lasting and have a plot. The writing style is exquisite and the plot is smooth. The whole article is not like the stereotype of marriage first and then love and abuse. There is a long and tireless love, the mutual respect, tolerance and understanding of the protagonists, and a touch of sadness, such as the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River in the article, as thin as sorrow, in the middle The part of time is like a pair of talented men and beauties in ancient literature and history. Their justice and responsibility in war-torn times are rare, and staying together is more worthy of respect. Their views on love and values are relatively positive. I really like the beauty of talented women, and I look forward to the graceful captain Chang soaring in the sky. In that era, there were such passionate youths, and there were not many times when children could love each other, but it was not easy and even rarer for them to stay together in the dark. The inspiration for this novel came from the era of our ancestors, which was forbearing and strong, both bitter and sweet, although it is fictitious to history. But the love stories of that period were more beautiful and worth recalling. I often heard my grandmother say that her father's generation joined the army during the war in 1931 and left their homes. The war was raging and there were countless casualties. For the sake of peace, they abandoned their wives and children and fought all year round. Occasionally I get a letter from home. It is a time when life is precious. Some go to war on their wedding day, some are babies at home waiting to be fed, and their elderly relatives need companionship. But for the sake of peace in this world, they have to abandon their family and resolutely go to the battlefield. Although the author did not intend to write about the details of the war, the two separated several times and told the joys and sorrows brought about by the war. In the end, for the sake of the country, he had to bear the pain of leaving his wife who was about to leave, and rushed to the battlefield as if she were dead. The final meeting was also deliberately arranged by the author, allowing readers to recreate the scene of a peaceful home and country, a world of fireworks, family company, and friendly lights. The author was quite emotionally disturbed when writing this article. He had a fulfilling and fulfilling job during the day and coded at night. He was moved by the persistence and love of a stay-at-home mother.