The turbulent river waves in the wind,
The still river on the paper,
Stone streets, asphalt roads, field roads,
Clear sky, warm sun, mist, sunshine...
All have become the background of the image,
the long years,
A short journey.
Who writes memories into stories,
Who buried the story in memory?
The Leftover Woman's Essay: "Peaches and Plums Burning"
Completed Jiukeng's "The Time Carved on Jade"