Fly to Yunnan

The chirping of birds wakes up the quiet sunshine in the morning, and also wakes up those who are really dreaming. Two little earthworms who didn't know where to spend the night and an old cat who couldn't sleep all night moved their stiff bodies and looked at the bright sky. The beam of light last night seemed to have changed something, whether it was a trace of fate or a restriction of species. The clouds no longer stayed and drifted into the distance, constantly urging time to move forward. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.