When the spring dries up, the fish and the fish are on the land. They wet each other and soak each other with foam. It is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes.
The first time I saw this sentence, my heart moved and I couldn't help but think of you, Yan Yimo. From now on I call you little fish.
We are just like two fishes, surviving, relying on each other, and finally forgetting each other in the world.
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