A Messy Day
by Xue Xijun
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The two railway tracks leading to the coal yard were like two sharp machetes, cutting through the north and south ends of Sidao Street. The squat bungalows at the north end of Sidao Street are like abandoned children in the wilderness. The black soot raised when coal is sold in the coal yard, coupled with the wisps of black smoke coming out of the chimney on the flat roof, makes people's throats tighten, and the sticky phlegm spit out when blowing the nose is mixed with black threads. The snow in the first month, even if it falls like goose feathers, is just superficial. It's not as white and hard as the snow in the twelfth lunar month. The cedar that fell to the ground was as soft as a used rag, and it was disgustingly polluted. Liu Chun poured a handful of stove ashes on the snow and was about to turn around and go back to the house when he glanced at the chimney on the roof of her grandma's house as if remembering something. She saw black smoke rising out like a blocked intestine.
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