Spring was coming. The thunder was rolling and the rain was falling. In the bamboo forest, a cluster of bamboo shoots put out their little heads quietly and tried hard to suck the sweet dew of spring; others lived in a waste earthen house which is opposite to ...
But you are he that took me out of the womb: you did make me hope when I was on my mother’s breasts. I was cast on you from the womb: you are my God from my mother’s belly.
By Li Fan My father favors boys over girls. Ever since my birth, he began to detest my mother just because I am a girl. As far as I could remember, he often fought and quarreled with my mother. At that time, I thought, “We are girls. So what? Girls can also...
