<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/YuChanGong"><title>Sha Yan's Fiction - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/YuChanGong/</link><description>Sha Yan is a writer and a poet writing in both English and Chinese. He has published his book, Yuan's Place in English as well as some poems in American anthologies.</description><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/YuChanGong/712303" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/YuChanGong/627994" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/YuChanGong/712303"><title>Bypass</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/YuChanGong/712303</link><description>Bypass I had a dream. The dream was neither enchanting, nor sad, nor desperate. I saw the flesh, and blood, in various places, flesh and blood that was white and red, skull, brain. I was then half-awake, half-sleeping, I saw the Heaven. White doves flapped their wings, silence. Then angels sang...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/YuChanGong/627994"><title>Preface of "Bypass"</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/YuChanGong/627994</link><description>Preface When I was walking along the bank of Lake Ontario, and seeing the CN Tower leaning from high above me, leaving a shadow on the ground, I was thinking, I am an achiever, a goaltender, a dreamer if it is correct. You may say, under achieved, way to go. Yes, I have a high education in both...</description></item></rdf:RDF>