Mao Niang (part 2)
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This broken place is vast, tall, but dry. The large truck bounced like a tractor on the gravel ground, plowing a skeletal road that stretched forward endlessly, crossing the plains and crossing bare mountains. Every time I get out of the car, I feel a little scared, so I force myself to hit the road every time. The sun has set on the top of the western mountain, and the sky is covered with thin, tattered clouds. The air is cold and thin, so thin that one dare not take a deep breath for fear that if one exerts too much force, all the air in front of the mouth and nose will be sucked in at once. At a glance, except for the protruding ridges, there is a bare wilderness, but it always makes people feel that the entire land is piled high, and they can overlook the whole world. That kind of condescending feeling, you can't see the deep ravines with your eyes, but you can feel it in the pores of your body.
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