Deep in the backyard is a quiet little world.
The pavilions and towers are exquisitely elegant, half-hidden among the lush ancient trees.
The winding path of blue bricks leads to a stone table that has been gently preserved by time.
A few towering trees stretch their branches, and fragments of golden light filter through the dense canopies, sprinkling on the lush green grass.
A gentle breeze sweeps by, causing shadows of the trees to dance.
Suddenly, a string of crisp, bell-like laughter breaks the tranquility.
By the stone table, six innocent and lovely children are playfully gathered around a spirited middle-aged man.
Two sturdy little boys, one is pulling at the middle-aged man's sleeve while the other tiptoes into his embrace.
Four charming, lively little girls, some with pigtails, others tied with red ribbons.
Just like chirping little sparrows, they all vie to get close to the middle-aged man.
"Great-grandfather—"
