The bright and unparalleled girl Fuxiang left behind her last lament: I am a child of the grassland, and when I leave the grassland, I am like a fish with its gills removed. But you just want the phoenix birds in the mountains to sing in their golden cages, the cattle and sheep in the pastures to play by the canal, the vultures on the cliffs to circle on the small hills, and the Gesang flowers to grow in the moist and fertile soil.
From the first day I left the grassland, my soul died cleanly with the last handful of soil in my palm.
Shu Yao has always wanted to write a story about a prairie girl. He always felt that prairie girls were born to be lively and lively, daring to love and hate, unlike ordinary women who hesitate to talk.
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