In 1975, Lin Xiaotang, the daughter of the director of Jiangnan Textile Factory, met the tall and slim Mr. Shanli at a blind date in Wutong Lane. Gu Qingyan, a poor scholar who couldn't hide his character in an old Chinese tunic suit and was full of economics, just crushed the golden young lady's youth. The sewing machine and bicycle that had been brought as a dowry for ten miles collided with the widowed brothers waiting to be raised under the loess wall; the sweet-scented osmanthus and lotus root in the fine porcelain bowl could not melt into the corn paste in the rough clay pot. When the delicate flowers of the town are planted in the frozen soil of the ravines, from music, chess, calligraphy and painting to firewood, rice, oil and salt, the collision of the two worlds makes the moonlight dyed with the color of fireworks. Let's see how this dislocated couple breaks out of their cocoons in the tide of the times and boils the distance between urban and rural areas into the honey of mutual understanding.
