Locals tell of a night the earth rose in a storm. By morning, a silent pride of stone lions had claimed the wh…
Locals tell of a night the earth rose in a storm. By morning, a silent pride of stone lions had claimed the wheat fields. Each one, sleeping or roaring, stands sentinel facing the pass, as if guarding something ancient buried deep.
Since the Wei's west bank is rumored to hold buried tombs, people call it Lion Barrow.