
Fishing Sparrow
by Zhou Qilun
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It was already very late at night, and the traffic flow coming and going brought an overwhelming sound that lingered over the city for a long time. No one can say exactly how big this city is or how big its population is. It gives the impression that the city is like an abscess that has burst its skin. The skin is no longer working, allowing the pus and blood to overflow everywhere, flowing eastward and westward, swaying from side to side, drowning the beautiful pastoral scenery around it, and inserting people into the tall buildings that stand in the city like stacked arhats. The land vacated gives way to wider and wider highways and countless overpasses. That night, Luo Changwei stood on the balcony of the 18th floor and smoked one cigarette after another. He tried to let the smoke he exhaled float farther, maybe this could relieve the suffocation that had accumulated in his heart for a long time and could not explain the cause.
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