There is a small tree next to the gate of the girls' dormitory of Uyghur High School, and there is a cat who always stays under the tree. I often give food to that cat. I call it Luzi. Now that I have graduated, I can't forget Luzi and its little tree, so I decided to pretend to be young and wrote this fairy tale, dedicated to the Uygur and Han girls' dormitory, and to my dear Luzi.
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