Thousands of miles of waves crash against the vast sky, while at a glance, the tide rushes forward like ten thousand horses. Mountains topple, canyons fall, spraying snow and thunderous roars, leisurely fish and dragons play atop the trees, tragic indeed are the crabs and turtles roaming the city walls. Homes sway in the waves, leaving the four surrounding fields desolate and smokeless; mirages shroud heavily, and faintly, the eight directions are utterly lost.
—Ming Dynasty, Li Yu, "Tao Wu Casual Critiques"
Chen Family Estate
Chen Han walked with heavy steps into the courtyard, his eyes turning toward the garden and the returning yards, the artificial mountain and the flowers, the white marble steps, and the dozens of carved beams supporting the pavilions—magnificent, a pinnacle of luxury.
