Wait Until the Day it Opens
by Ah Hui
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I often wonder, if Mei Xing had not come to our village, would there be me in this world? It was the autumn of that year when Mei Xing came to our village. Late autumn. Maybe it's already early winter. The reed flowers have already bloomed, and they are thickly covered with snow-white sheets on the river bank, stretching for more than ten miles. Looking from a distance, it is very spectacular. When a group of people appeared at the end of the village, the sky had already collected the last ray of sunset, leaving only a red sunset hanging lonely in the western sky. The blood-red appearance was like a duck egg yolk injected with Sudan red, which looked a little weird. And the people who looked a little weird that day were the people in our village. Almost all the men, women, and children in the village ran out of their homes and gathered in one place. It was like the Yangtze River flood season, when suddenly a gap opened in the embankment, and the river rushed towards the gap with unstoppable force.
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