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The two mountain ranges in the north and south are like two camel teams running parallel from east to west, sandwiching the long and winding Yangjia Valley. In the spring rain, the mud huts looked like newly emerged mud bricks, extending wetly along the mouth of the ditch into the ditch. When we reached the gate of Yang Zijiang's house, the whole village came to an end. I grabbed a handful of sweat beads from my forehead and threw them to the ground: "Yang Zijiang! Get me a bowl of water quickly." The person who greeted me was not Yang Zijiang, but a big wolf dog. Just when this fierce guy was about to pounce on me, Yang Zijiang spoke under the peach tree in the yard, "Calm down, what are you yelling about?" The big wolfdog first braked suddenly, then turned back to the door of the house and lay down. It walked away and my head turned around. Yang Zijiang made a pun.
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