“observe that this is the patio of the yard, with a single trellis wall, white and grey, forming a large space on the north side. there is a small table, with one chair by the east wall for a guest, and a wooden stool at the south corner as a place to sit and chop vegetables. there are also two large flower pots, one with lilies and the other with a chrysanthemum.”

the youth named liu xiao, around seventeen, sat by the window, watching the autumn scenery from the courtyard and writing in his diary. he often wrote poems while enjoying the wind and rain, feeling that the time was perfect in this world. the window paper was clear and bright, reflecting the autumn scenery outside. the tree shadows were scattered and elegant, as if the wind had brushed them gently with a hairbrush.

suddenly, liu xiao felt a cold wind and saw a figure rushing over the wall like a flying fox. the person was wearing a black robe and a green hat, with a black feather fan in his hand, fluttering in the wind. the man landed softly on the ground and walked over to stand in front of the window.