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Chinese Culture
Lunch in a Small Xiamen Old-Street Shop Taught Me Local Flavor Is Not a Viral Menu
On my second noon in Xiamen, I did not join a line outside any restaurant ranked high on a travel list. The sun had bleached the walls of the old street, and the bougainvillea near
Chinese Culture
Morning Mist at a Guilin Pier Taught Me Not to Treat Landscape as Background
On my second morning in Guilin, I walked to the pier before the sky had fully opened. The streetlights looked newly awake, their pale glow lying gently on the wet stone, while mist
Chinese Culture
Walking Slowly Across a Wooden Covered Bridge in the Rain
The rain began after noon, thin and close, as if someone had sifted the mountain sounds and kept only the eaves, the stream, bamboo leaves, and soles on wet stone. When Shen Lan fo