
About This Novel
The world is not as beautiful as we imagine, it is ice blue. I yearn for the cat at the end of the alley, he is like the bright moon that I look up to; I fall in love with the wind on the cape, she wrinkles my heart but is elusive; I admire the willows in spring, but he only smiles gently and speaks to me words that I can understand. I once really thought that warmth was the sail of growth, but as I grew up in the cold night, I found that I was slowly becoming more and more like the shadow of a big fish, floating here and there, helpless. Finally, I understood that I was just a fish. I could not only breathe, but also feel, be warm, and smile. I thought I was helpless because I finally discovered that water had been surrounding me, but I had ignored it.
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