The Tea Is Not Finished Yet, Thirteen Cups

In this floating life, some people sell salt, some make wine, some do embroidery, and some guard the river. Some are greedy, some are stubborn, some are independent, some are upright, some are guarded, some are benevolent, and some are robbers. Seven cups of tea, seven lives, seven pages of scraps hidden in seven obsessions. I heard the proprietress of Shuge Pavilion say: Once the tea is cold, you can reheat it. Is the person gone? ——The people are gone, but the story remains. While the story is there, the tea is still warm. The tea cup is gone but the tea is not finished. Thirteen pages of fragments are only half of the story.