The birds sing As I sit in stagnant heat Hands on still oars, And the lake mirrors the sky So ... [+]
The birds sing As I sit in stagnant heat Hands on still oars, And the lake mirrors the sky So ... [+]
The girl upstairs doesn't know How old I am. I mean old old old I don't know either, I sit in my ... [+]
Old Shanghai was dying, losing between three and six streets a day. The modern city was strangling it among its many skyscrapers. Soon, in a few years at most, it will have disappeared. Yet, through ... [+]