The autumn sun spreads over the tree crown of the Yanshui Pavilion, kneading the afternoon in Jiujiang into a warm and fluffy background. The old man in the camera is holding the microphone and singing loudly, with a smile rippling through his wrinkles, softer than the fragrance of osmanthus in the wind; The mother-in-law in the red windbreaker turned her back to the camera, her shoulders covered in scattered golden light spots, and her fingertips still stained with the fragrance of freshly divided sunflower seeds; The sound of strings entwined in the shadows of the trees in the corner, and the old man playing the qin lowered his eyes and plucked the strings, as if conversing with time. The silver haired figures on the stone bench were leaning or sitting, some were humming along with melon seeds, while others squinted their eyes to weave the melody into their relaxed breath. The clatter of the card table, the light sound of dance steps, and the crisp sound of chess pieces falling onto the board all became the accompaniment of this "improvisation".