"Not into the water,"objected Tai-yu."The flowers will spoil once they flow out of the garden.I have a grave for flowers in that corner over there.We can bury them there.In time they will turn back into soil.Wouldn't that be cleaner?"Delighted by this idea,Pao-yu put his book aside and helped Tai-yu sweep up the fallen petals."What book is that?"asked Tai-yu suspiciously."It is a masterpiece,"he smiled.Tai-yu looked at the book and saw that it was The Romance of the Western Chamber.(1)
(1)A classic love story considered unsuitable for young people at that time.