That year I went back to my hometown in Jiangnan and saw Donglanhe Street in the late 1930s from old newspapers. That year, I sat on the only ancient well in the three mansions, which luckily escaped the bombardment of the war. I held the square embroidered plum handkerchief in my hand, and the gramophone played softly in my ears. ——The legacy of the Republic of China
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