(4 of 6 of Hutong and the Back Lakes)
The narrow lanes are quiet. He passes by a few people. Now and then, the rare pedicab, trishaw and bicycle. A few elderly men sit by the lake waiting for the telling jerk of their fishing rods. The alleyways leading to siheyuans - once occupied by a single family, now four - are filled with things that can't fit inside their small homes. A delinquent mop. A forlorn cupboard.

The narrow lanes are quiet. He passes by a few people. Now and then, the rare pedicab, trishaw and bicycle. A few elderly men sit by the lake waiting for the telling jerk of their fishing rods. The alleyways leading to siheyuans - once occupied by a single family, now four - are filled with things that can't fit inside their small homes. A delinquent mop. A forlorn cupboard.
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