The moonlight shines before my bed, making my dream round and bright again tonight. I wonder if the frost lies on the ground, and whose face bears the marks of longing. I raise my head to gaze at the bright moon: what, after all, is the difference between heaven and earth? I lower my head and think of home, because the chrysanthemums have turned yellow. The road is by your side. I hope you have been well. Only now do I know that longing has weight. This life is no dream, and in our previous life we were a pair of mandarin ducks, playing in the little pond in front of the house. The wind chases the young man as he wanders alone. His eyes gaze through the moon, and we have both fallen for love's tricks. We are each in a different place, lost in the vast sea of humanity. Who can say whose longing is stronger?
Set in Hengshui during the Republican era, this work tells of the tangled grudges and affections among the members of the Hengshui gang, as well as the love story of Xie Wendong and Feng Yingying.
