C183 To draw the ground into a prison

The small courtyard was still the same.

The pond was shallow, the peach trees were sweet, and even the fence posts that interweaved against the courtyard walls were beginning to sprout in the new spring. Coming out of the mountains, they didn't feel like winter had passed, but when they arrived at this small courtyard in Xu Du, they could make up the phrase — flowers fade, red, red