Birds and Fish (part One)
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In the year of Ding Chou, I spent an unforgettable eighteenth birthday on the Sino-Indian border. Anil, the Indian colonel on the other side of the barbed wire, gave me a mysterious gift. The wind at Tawang Pass is very lonely, but the sentry stationed here is not lonely, just a little bored. Because that war forgotten by history gradually faded from people's memory. However, the border situation is still not very stable, and NEFA (Southern Tibet) continues to become the focus of international media. I noticed that Anil was an Indian military colonel who didn't need to be too vigilant. He was wearing a dark-colored nylon jacket, and his horsehide boots had lost their luster in the company of sunshine and snowflakes. His jet-black hair must have been waxed, and he was more handsome than the leading actor in the movie "The Wanderer." He clasped his hands together, sat on the grass and closed his eyes to meditate. At dusk, I saw him holding a newspaper in his hand, and the green smoke in his pipe was like cow dung burning Deji grass.
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