There's a lake nearby that is tied to a legend of a woman from days bygone. My students tell me she was a princess, friends tell me she was a peasant, some say she was blind... But like most Chinese stories (at least the ones I've heard) she falls in love, her lover dies, and she pines for him. My students tell me she cried so much she jumped into a lake of her own tears--Lake Mochou.
And now kids play in that lake in giant plastic hamster balls.
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