摘要
In an unnamed forest guarded by a solitary ranger, tales of beasts, gods, and ghosts proliferate. Liao Jing’s short story interweaves folklore with a modern setting to examine the relation between the spiritual and the secular
He climbed the mountain with me to show me where the panda usually appeared.Here and there,he bent down,pointing at pieces of green excrement that contained fibers of various thicknesses,and said they were left by the panda during the day.
