The courtyard of Xie family is still standing, and the swallows are placed in the carved beams. The monthly silver wall, if you don't distinguish the flowers, how can you distinguish the fragrance?
This feeling has become a memory of its own, with scattered mandarin ducks. The rain has stopped and it's cool. It was a dream eleven years ago.
——Nalan Rongruo "Picking Mulberries"
An actor has been wandering all his life, a talented man has been sadly lost in his life, and a beautiful lady of a generation has left no trace of her soul.
"How dare I remember you? I'm afraid of remembering the peach blossoms you broke with your own hands, remembering the time when you, a man of integrity, worked for the country, and remembering your low laughter on your wedding night... How can I dare to remember you when I am so cowardly?"
"Why do people live in this life? The ancients said, 'Reading thousands of volumes, writing is like a spirit'. Now that the country is in crisis, what is the use of the books I read?"
"When I was young, my mother told me that this was the only way out for me in this life, so I studied hard to survive, day after day. I just hoped that one day I would save enough money to leave this pear orchard. I don't hope for wealth and glory. I just hope that I can live an ordinary life and find a good man to hide in the city."