Border Crossing

We are all on this side of the border, waiting for an echo. But the response was not waiting. The echo comes only when you shout out. This book is what I heard from across the border. It wasn't written by me. It was written by my father, Axiu, Su Wan, Xiaohe, and the abandoned ferry. I just put them together like a broken mirror. What is reflected in the mirror is them and me. It also shows you.