Red Dust by Ma Jian

Love shields us from loneliness, but when it falls apart,the pain is even deeper.

I want to write a story about the people who live above ground and the souls who writhe below.

The calendar seller is not ugly exactly, but there is something not quite right about him. He looks as though he was moulded by a moron.

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