Collection of Xuanhe Stories

The rain stopped at dawn, the gray sky was filled with cool fog and smoke, and water was still dripping from the eaves. On the white stone street, the reflection of a mule cart was reflected in the puddles of water, and the wheels rolled over a bright red fallen leaf. The car passed under the West Street archway, and cool water dropped on Yingluo's outstretched hand. She held the car window and looked out. The bridges, pavements, eaves, stone piers, and wooden signs were all standing neatly on the roadside, dripping wet. On the fire watch tower high in the distance, the soldier on duty was still wearing a raincoat and a red tassel felt hat. The green dawn was unfolding behind him, full of rain.