Preface: “Shui long yin”. A garden or not a garden, nobody cares what it is. But I feel the sorrow when it turned into wilderness. Searching for the garden in my dreams, only wake to hear the birds warbling. I couldn’t stop missing the lost culture of China as it lingers in my mind and soul. Now, where has the garden gone? Only the tears remain. Awake my garden is not worship or prostration to the past, but a vague specious expression. Wandering through the garden, you may or may not walk into the dream that I had. This is GuYuan.