Endless Rivers

In the deep lane of Suzhou City, an old locust tree has stood silently for more than 300 years. Under the tree, the Gu family has guarded a secret for generations - half a dragon-patterned jade pendant, a scroll of residual pictures of Heluo, and a dark night door related to the survival of Chinese culture. Gu Changfeng, Gu Mingchuan, Gu Mingyue, Chen Muzhi... Four generations of tree keepers have struggled to pass on in the cracks of the times. Among them are the stubborn and silent old Juren, the revolutionaries who died with passion, the teachers who broke their legs but did not open their mouths, and the decentralized educated youth who returned from decentralization to rebuild their schools. The only thing that remains unchanged is the sound of the string of copper bells under the old locust tree - ding, ding, ding - which is an endless echo. This is not a family history, but a civilized fable about the country based on family. When all the prosperity is gone, there are only four words: "the tree is here, the home is here", through four hundred years of wind and rain, between the ruins and the new shoots, gently knocking on the door knocker of every Chinese.