The Dreamweavers G.Z. Schmidt Holiday House New York
For Grandma
Chapter One 一 The Dreamweaver Many moons ago there was a small village in the mountains of southern China During the day the village was like any other scattered across the country But sometimes at night just past bedtime a remarkable thing would happen there It would happen after the firewood cooled beneath kitchen stoves after oil lamps winked out behind windows one by one after conversations in each house dwindled to drowsy whispers and a breath of quiet swept across the sleepy village It was a time when even the rowdiest children gave up their struggle to stay awake In the sky above soft clouds would nestle the bright moon as its white light smeared the glassy waters of the Pearl River nearby where schools of colorful fish slept beneath the smooth surface 1
