At the Pipa Pavilion in Jiujiang, Jiangxi, the autumn breeze blows gently, and the pipa sounds like the gurgling of spring water and the falling of pearls on a jade plate, which is intoxicating. On ...
“When winter winds are piercing chill, and through the hawthorn blows the gale, with solemn feet I tread the hill, that overbrows the lonely vale.” — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, “Woods in Winter” ...