And at that moment, it was night.
On the banks of Changming Lake in the west of the capital, there was a garden passed down from the Qing Dynasty, the main structure being a double-eaved pavilion roof style, located on the north-south central axis of the west of the capital, with it at the center, pavilions, platforms, towers, and attics fanned out in front and to both sides. Within the garden, evergreen pines, cypresses, and bamboos were interspersed with rocks.
The garden was eighty meters deep from north to south and one hundred forty meters wide from east to west, but ancient cypresses, old locusts along with exotic flowers and plants, coupled with a myriad of pavilions, halls, and interlaced cobblestone paths, gave the whole garden an air of ancient elegance and tranquility, without losing a sense of majestic courtliness.
Adjacent to it was a rockery made up of variously shaped Taihu rocks, rising steeply against the wall.