Walking in Peach Blossom Valley
by Fan Zhijun
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The big gray mule pulled the cart slowly and bumpily on the rugged mountain road. The driver's body was nestled on the front bumper, his head almost tucked into his crotch, and a twist whip was held in front of his chest. Several long whip tips were like willow branches in winter, swinging over the heads of the big animals not far or near. Captain Shi, who was on the other side of the carriage, had already dozed off for a while. He stretched and looked back at the two team members sitting on the box board. They were sleeping soundly as they staggered around, touching each other and squeezing each other. He asked loudly at the driver's handlebar, "Brother, I haven't seen you call "animal" for a long time. It seems like this gray mule is pulling and singing to itself. Where is it pulling us? The handlebar-style head of the guy called Brother was slightly raised from his crotch, and his eyes were still half-lidded. Don't worry, I know the way.
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