Notes on a Trip to Mount Lao
Lao Shan Dai You Ji
Can't remember——
Mystical Bay
Serpentine Mountain Lines
August's Scorching Sun
The Female Tour Guide's Yellow Face Under the Hat
And——
The Taste of Beer
The Salty Taste of the Sea
The Fishy Smell of Seafood
The Scent of Sister Dai's Perfume
Others, of course——
The Taoist Priest Certainly Doesn't Know I'm Insulting Him
The Old Monk Pretends to Be a Virtuous Gentleman
Chanting Scriptures
Scanning—Beautiful Woman
What are all these things?
Some are——
The Shrouded Rock Isn't a Sheet,
You Can't Hide a Bald Head
Watching 21st Century Scenery
The Taoist Robe with a Close-Range Reading Glasses
Can't Conceal the Look of Bewilderment
Only Covering the Eyes of Men and Women of Faith
Life Before and After Life
Remember—
Plum Trees in Western Regions
In That Season, the Fragrance of Flowers Overflowed
The Wisteria Tree in the Courtyard
Let Someone Cause Single-Minded Longing
That Tree Thousands of Years Old, Between an Old Man and a Young Woman
Does It Make You Feel It?
No—Then—Yes!
Also, the Term of 'Following the Rich'
There Was Already Such a Thing a Long Time Ago
