Moonlit Lamps on Both Banks
Zhang Ming stamps the moon lantern his younger brother sent into pieces, yet the new quilts prepared for his brother’s family remain in the room. They have gone twenty years without seeing each other across the river. This time, the ferry has finally been allowed to open for three days, but the letter still says he cannot return. Beneath the broken lantern, a six-holed copper plate remains intact. On Mid-Autumn night, mist suddenly rises over the river, and from midstream comes the sound of an empty barrel, three beats at a time.
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