White Clouds Are Empty for Thousands of Years

"White Clouds Empty for Thousand Years" My hometown is a small town that grew out of Tang poetry. There is Qiqi, a woman who was trapped by love and died in the fire; there is also an uncle who is called "madman" by the whole village but weaves the most exquisite bamboo baskets; and there is a lame man who guards the "useless" order and lives with the dog. I wrote about them to build a literary monument for these forgotten souls. [Non-fiction proseNative portraitsObservations on human nature]