Mother, Go Home

In late autumn, Suzhou was shrouded in a thick layer of cold fog. The damp cold air penetrated all-pervasively, penetrating through the thick brocade material and seeping straight into the seams of bones. The dead leaves of the sycamore trees on both sides of the canal were blown away by the cold wind, and the long bluestone streets were covered with pedestrians walking in a hurry. The entire ancient city was immersed in a bleak silence. The famous Shen family mansion in Suzhou City has a hundred-foot-high wall that blocks out the fireworks in the city, and the red lacquer door locks the spring and autumn in the courtyard. The wealth here is overwhelming, but. . .