Bianjing was caught between warmth and chill in those days. Besides the emperor, a master of all ten arts of governance; the powerful chancellor, who had risen and fallen in the official world four times; countless scholars and poets; peddlers carrying their wares on shoulder poles; and ladies sipping tea...
The spring breeze greens the southern banks of the Yangtze once more, and everyone's fate lies within the painting.
- A writing exercise, a short sci-fi piece
- A fantasy about a Mobius strip: in dreams, one forgets one is a guest
Theme: One scroll of Along the River During the Qingming Festival, half the history of the Northern Song's splendor.
