Ussuri Barcarolle
by Sun Qi
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The rising sun is higher than the top of Jiejin Mountain, the dark blue Heilongjiang is filled with sparkling waves, and the earth is gradually becoming warm. Fu Zhanxiang stood at the bow of the boat, but his cold body felt no warmth. On Jiejin Mountain on the right bank of Heilongjiang, all the mature trees had been cut down long ago. In Fu Zhanxiang's memory, it seemed that in the blink of an eye, only a few low shrubs were left on the once dense mountains. Due to lack of rain, the branches and leaves were withered and covered with dust. At the foot of the mountain is the fishing village of Hezhe, where he lives, with rows of low adobe houses facing the Lianhua River. The accountant of the production team carried the gong and led him to the entrance of the village. He suffered from the sequelae of polio and went up to the large protruding stone lid at the mouth of the Heilongjiang River and the Lianhua River. The production team accountant sounded the gong to call it a day.
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