When south winds blow at night, wheat fields clothe the ridges in golden light. In the southeastern outskirts …
When south winds blow at night, wheat fields clothe the ridges in golden light. In the southeastern outskirts of Kaifeng, waves of grain stretch for miles, ripe ears perfuming the fields. One side of the plains flourishes in abundance, while the other lies desolate. A shepherd boy sings of a plentiful year, yet an old friend still recites the sorrow of Shu Li.