The water of the clear Phoenix River is flowing continuously. The river feeds hundreds of people in the Phoenix Village. The whole village depends on the river for food and clothing. The river flows directly from the Phoenix Mountains and flows endlessly.

Early morning sunshine slants across the sparkling river, reflecting a dazzling light.

Several ladies with sticks and hammers and washboards were washing clothes around a small port by the river, chattering about the miracles of Zeng's son in the past two days.

A woman in her thirties, with a full-moon buttock, bends over and pulls out a twisted dress from the basin in front of her and twists...