There Is a Life Called Yunnan: Tao Huo Fleeting Years

Well water remembers snow, clay remembers fire, pomegranates remember acid, and a bag of old mud that has been floating for sixty years, in the palm of my granddaughter, reminds me little by little of the dampness of the rainy season in my hometown - this is a century-old epic of family and country written in purple pottery, telling how mud crosses the sea, how wanderers return to their roots, and how "there is a life called Yunnan" becomes the gravity of all separated souls.