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On Shehu Mountain
we climb up to see the Daoist temple there. It is a hot day, and by
the side of the path, under the pine trees, a group of old people
sit and sing opera. One man plays the pipa, one the zither. The
women take it in turn with the microphone, and hang the words of the
opera from the branches of the trees.
Further up a
wedding band sits, without a wedding, practising for celebrations.
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