Fly over Dreams
by Liu Xiaoli
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Late at night, the scattered lights of the village households merge with the starry sky. In the distance of the farm, mulberry smoke curled up in the quiet night air, like the title page of a legend. On the hazy mountain col, an old man loomed, holding a piano in his arms, swaying like playing and dancing, gradually becoming clearer. It was a summer night in 2007. Old man Danmuji strummed the strings of his beloved piano with a sad and deep tone. The villagers who had not yet rested were talking a lot: I heard that Bai Zhen died of illness. Before she died, she had only one request: let her family play "Elegy" for her, which she wrote and sang for her when she was forced to marry in a foreign country sixty years ago: My beloved is still sleeping, and I am about to set off to marry into a family I don't like. Why are there so many girls, but it's me, and it's me? I am like the sheep dung eggs by the river, washed away by the river over and over again, and finally forgotten by the river...
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