Often imagine a broken Garden: rustle shaped bars are rustled; the fog and Artemisia rode on the side of the pebble roadside, while the water lily in the water lily jar is filled with frogs; under the low wall of the vine, the basil leaves are sprouting in cool shade.

Only some lonely and intelligent children are willing to come here to look for the mysterious seeds of the captive tree. Even a child has buried his baby candy box under the oak tree.