Look, my friend, at the ferry where sand is washed. How many souls has it carried to the underworld? Everyone …
Look, my friend, at the ferry where sand is washed. How many souls has it carried to the underworld? Everyone knows the name of the Bian River, but no one remembers the bones buried beneath its silt. Even Kaifeng, splendid as it seems, has burned in war more times than most can count.