
Colorful Clouds Are Low
by Zeng Xiuhua
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My mother named me Yundi because my father's surname is Cai. My mother said that one night, she dreamed of a bed of colorful clouds. My father came back in the middle of the night, and that night she had me. My father left before dawn the next day and never came back. Some people in the village said that my father was a member of the Eighth Route Army, while others said that my father was a bandit. But my mother said that my father was a traveling monk, and that the dream was so beautiful that the colorful clouds obviously brought my father back, and in the blink of an eye, he took my father back to the sky. My grandma said unhappily: "Daughter-in-law, why are you cursing your man to death?" My mother shuddered after hearing this, and her face immediately turned sallow, as if a disease had caught her and she couldn't escape. My mother was lying on the kang for several months. One day she smiled and said to me, "Son, the colorful clouds are in the sky. Why are you standing on the ground?"
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