"Snow on the Cliff" takes the love between Jiang Nanchun and Su Qingyan as the main line, unfolding a deep and unrequited love struggling in the intrigues of power and the tricks of fate.
Jiang Nanchun, the son of a noble family in the capital, and Su Qingyan, a daughter of a scholarly family, fell in love secretly when they first met under a plum blossom. The rain in the Imperial College, the scent of ink in the ancient book library, and the whispers under the nanmu tree all became witnesses of their growing love. However, a storm broke out in the court, and the Jiang family was framed by the town government. In order to protect Su Qingyan, Jiang Nanchun jumped off the cliff, leaving her to spend her days guarding a wooden hairpin while waiting endlessly.
Many years later, Jiang Nanchun, with incomplete memory, came back. The two gray-haired old men finally met again under the sunset, but they had missed most of their lives. The story is interspersed with the game of power, the complexity of human nature, and the testimonies and sighs of supporting characters such as Shen Muyan. It ends with the two of them accompanying each other until the end of their lives. Only the moss marks in front of the steps of the old house are left, engraved with this love that spans life, death and time. Even if the fate is ill-fated, the deep love will eventually be unbearable. However, when the depth of spring is still there, it is inevitable to be tainted with a bit of melancholy.
Purpose: To explore the tenacity and helplessness of love in the torrent of fate and the shackles of reality. When personal emotions collide with intrigues and family grudges, pure love becomes fragile glass - the deep love between Jiang Nanchun and Su Qingyan is not only the light in each other's difficulties, but also repeatedly destroyed due to worldly ties. The story uses the two people's waiting and reunion across life and death. It not only praises the power of love to withstand time and transcend life and death, but also metaphors the impermanence of fate and the cruelty of reality: even if love is as deep as the sea, it is difficult to miss it by chance. In the end, only the sadness of "the deep spring is still there, the cold moon is empty" is left, allowing readers to experience the sweetness and pain, persistence and relief in love in lamentation.
