The same night, yet some rejoice while others sorrow.
At the poetry gathering held at the household of Cui—whose surname was long changed to Cui—it was again the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month; again, dignitaries attended in no small number. Though the garden of House Cui could not match the extravagant splendor of the Prince Mansion, it still bore the refined spirit of a well-to-do family: elegant pavilions and terraces, winding cobblestone paths shaded by bamboo groves, and a special greenhouse for admiring flowers. Walking through such a garden, one finds oneself imbued with the essence of Jiangnan.
