My father died. When I returned home, all I saw were my mother, who had cried herself out of tears, and my father's urn. You may not believe this, but I knew very little about my father. We had barely spent any time together. Even my mother, who had loved him all her life, may not have known her husband very well. Of course I was sad, but I felt nothing like the intensity of my mother's grief. In fact, I was calm. I calmly comforted her, calmly arranged the funeral, and calmly sorted through his belongings, until a few unremarkable notebooks among them shattered that calm…
Zheluo Mountain -- the Mu Prince's Mansion in Yunnan -- witchcraft in Jiangxi -- the Art of Great Peace, summoning soldiers from scattered beans -- Xu Xiake's Travels -- Compendium of Materia Medica -- the eagle of Changshengtian -- the snowy plateau, the path to heaven
