After washing their faces in the manual hand pump well in the courtyard, Lü Yang led Liu Hui up a nearby hill. The sun was about to rise, and the eastern sky was already ablaze with rosy dawn.
“Look, the donkey’s head is over there, that’s the donkey’s mouth, and those are the donkey’s ears. You’ll see it more clearly when the sun just rises…” Lü Yang explained to Liu Hui, pointing to the distant hill.
“It really looks like it!” Liu Hui exclaimed excitedly, her face as red as the morning glow.
“There was once a merchant who, after selling his goods, was driving a donkey back from the city. When he passed by here, that donkey…” Lü Yang told Liu Hui the story of Donkey Head Hill.
As Lü Yang told Liu Hui this, he recalled watching the sunrise over Donkey Head Hill with his grandmother. Ba
