Emerging from the woods, she found the soft, tranquil glow of sunset falling across one corner of the temple’s roof.
With her hands on her hips and one foot planted on a mound of earth, Chu Yuanyuan gasped for breath as she stared at the temple in astonishment. The place her mother had regarded as sacred turned out to be a ruin, hardly better than the pigsty back home.
Like a divine prophecy, they meet and fall in love again and again, only to part again and again. Nearly cut off from the world, the women living deep in the mountains, in a place like the Peach Blossom Spring, are both open-minded and narrow in outlook, traditional yet striving to move forward. Love and the minutiae of daily life weave together stories of women unlike any others in the mountains.
The Seven Emotions
