第一百八十篇第一百八十篇Story One Hundred and Eighty

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Story One Hundred and Eighty · Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio

Zhang A’duan

A line drawing in the manner of a late-Qing lithographed edition: on a moonlit night in an old, neglected wooden pavilion, a young scholar sits up on a plain bed with a quilt over his knees, laughing with his hands joined in a mock greeting, while a graceful young woman in a long pleated skirt stands beside a small table with a lit candle, teapot and cup and points at him in mock anger, with a lattice window showing wormwood and a round moon, a worn folding screen, a hanging lantern, cobwebs and a weedy brick floor around them.