My sister was born in the year of Ox and was born in the twelfth lunar month. It was so cold that winter that the ice strands under the eaves were half a foot long. My mother said that people born in the Year of the Ox are full of hard work, and they happened to live in this season when everything is dormant. God was kind to me - at least the weather was cold, and I could take a break from working in the fields without having to keep my feet on the ground like in spring, summer and autumn.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
