Standing Alone in the Mountains and Rivers

The world is full of strange things. There are countless stories among all living beings. In the wilderness of the far north, there was a strange barbarian wearing a shabby black robe who cried every night and was miserable. In the Pure Land of the West, there was a young monk who was worshiped as a god. He dozed off every day and became confused. On the shore of the East China Sea, there was an extraordinary female Taoist who scolded a few birds every day, and was filled with joy in the spring breeze. In a rural town, there was a middle-aged scholar who once made a name for himself all over the world. He and his confidante farmed the fields and knitted while the other lived together. They were the most carefree people in the world. A young man from a wealthy family in a southern water town heard his husband talk about all kinds of strange people and things. He thought about the thousands of miles of snow falling in the North Plains, the dancing yellow sand in the West, the huge waves in the East China Sea, and the fragrant peach blossoms in the small town. A few years later, the boy rode a little donkey north to Kyoto. Book club group: 515227019