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Wu Xiaocai, an emotional Blogger

The humidity of the Indian Ocean lingers under the neck of the Himalayas.
The mountains stand up and the clouds are frozen; the huge fir trees that nourish them come up into the sky, and the misty pineapples are mixed into the clouds.
There was a sound of footfalls in the woods, and the mottled golden cat had just turned quietly; the cicada in the valley sounded loudly, and the rhinoceros was hovering around to offer sacrifices to the sunset.
Night sky will hang, fluorescent stars. Ginger blossoms set sails in the moonlight, dragging the long-beaked moth to death; the strong fox-like squirrel shattered branches and burned its eyes over the lightning-like weasel.
The whole forest is noisy in silence, and the whole Yajiang River is quiet in turbulence. This is God’s Moto. Every breath I breathe is blasphemous. Every stop I make is a pilgrimage.
# Wu Xiaocai, an Emotional Blogger# Linzhi District and Mutuo County

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Wu Xiaocai, an Emotional Blogger

# Wu Xiaocai, an Emotional Blogger#
In my dream, I saw a fish on the ground.
It’s about the little miscellaneous fish that the fishmonger dropped when delivering the goods. Stand quietly in the frosty pit. I bent down and held it in my hand. It was cold and stiff, and I walked forward aimlessly.
Walk, walk; I feel the fish still tremble, as if the palm can feel its heartbeat! So I quickened my pace and ran to the nearest river I knew; ran through dry or frozen places, through a group of vagueness and strangeness.
Until waking up in the morning.

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