The morning mist on the tributaries of the Yangtze River carried the smell of rust. Li Mo squatted in the reed swamp and touched the explosion-proof ring of Dawa's fishing rod with his fingertips. This is the equipment he got in exchange for three months of night shift allowance. The 24T carbon cloth glows with a faint blue luster under the moonlight, forming a wonderful resonance with the cold mechanical arms in the workshop.
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The words spread like warm light through the years, and the stories contain the gentle echoes of everyone.
The words spread like warm light through the years, and the stories contain the gentle echoes of everyone.