Bai Yun 
Country Road 

Dawn breaks and birds chirp. From the mosque came a clear call for Muslims to do morning rituals. The shy sun that rushed out of the horizon was now hidden in the dark clouds, and the thin skin of the dark green hills in the distance was flickering. At the provincial capital long-distance bus station, the sound of the vendors rushing to sell and soliciting business is noisy. Ku Quanhai, who was in debt for the construction of seven-kilometer rural road, despondently came to the ticket office to buy a ticket and walked into the express coaches through the ticket entrance.