“My family married me off
to the other side of heaven,
entrusting my welfare to a foreign country…
The yurt, my residence
The felt, my walls
Meat, my food
Fermented milk, my drink.
Living here, constantly longing for my native soil. A broken heart.
Would that I change into a yellow heron, homeward bound.” ~ Liu Xijun’s lament
– My fair concubine by Jeannie Lin –