2 posts tagged with "Social Realism"

Lixiang, much like the nearly withered jasmine on her windowsill, was an inconspicuous speck of green in this concrete jungle. She worked as a clerk in a medium-sized trading company, her days filled with typing, photocopying, and making tea that was never quite hot enough for the boss. Life felt like a rusty conveyor belt, carrying her from sunrise to sunset. Her only hope, her only thing to look forward to, was Liang Yu.

Old Wang felt light and airy, like a falling autumn leaf, gently swirling. He "saw" himself lying on the cold floor, his body stiff. The wall clock in the living room had stopped at 2:15, the time of his last walk two days ago, in the afternoon.

"Strange, how am I here?" Old Wang wondered. He tried hard to remember, but could only recall walking slowly in the neighborhood as usual, breathing in the air filled with the scent of sweet osmanthus, watching children play in the square.