In this chilly spring, the wind on the river is as sharp as a knife. The mountains disappear in ten thousand hues, like withered graves.,On the north slope of Chang County, there is a stunted mountain ridge that looks like it's limping. On the ground are three incense sticks and paper money for the dead. Two men in rough hemp clothing are squatting by a pit, with a shovel and freshly dug earth at their feet.,Poor families, unable to afford coffins, often wrap their deceased in straw mats or use a few pieces of wood as makeshift coffins. These are coincidentally yellow, hence the association of yellow coffins with the impoverished.。