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As the Kaidu River goes north, it disappears into a deserted beach. There are reeds in the deserted beach, but not many of them are standing upright. They are all moving around along the ground, like snakes without spines. There are reeds that stand up one by one and are not high, chest-high and thin. There is a layer of gray frost-like velvet on the leaves and stems. The deserted beach is not entirely filled with reeds; large areas of depressions are also filled with wild water chestnuts. Forty years ago, there was a flood in the upper reaches of the Kaidu River. Thousands of people came to the beach to dig wild water chestnuts to eat. I don't know how many people got stuck in the beach and did not come out. Two hundred years ago, Bosten Lake went north and never came back, leaving behind a tidal flat that is now the barren beach. The history of the formation of the deserted beach is not long ago, but the stories that emerged from the deserted beach could not be finished in a few days or nights.

Third Master and Ma Datou each spent a different night. As soon as it got light on the next morning, Sanye and Ma Datou set out on the road. At this time, the morning light slowly opened up in the mist, the mountain ridges were arranged quietly like tombs, and the mountain roads were lingeringly attached to the mountains like gray ribbons. The third master is in front. The third master's hand is holding a rein, and the end of the rein is tied to the head of the little black donkey. Behind the little black donkey is a wooden wheel cart, and the cart is naturally the big head of the horse. People and donkeys and carts move around at ease. The cart's axle was fully oiled last night, and the wooden wheel turned slowly. Both of them changed into black clothes and trousers that were starched to white. Every step they took made a "squeaking" sound, which was very rhythmic. At this time, the sunlight gradually became brighter, the fog quickly dispersed, and the autumn dew blinked brighter and brighter on the withered grass blades.

This story may have started at a drinking party. Ma Da was first awakened by Madonna's chewing sound. He subconsciously kicked her and Madonna ran away with a "meow". Ma Da persuaded himself under the towel to sleep a little longer, just ten minutes. After a while, Madonna jumped on the bed again and licked Motor's face a few times with her soft and moist tongue. Now Ma Da understood Madonna's protest. He had not given the star a feast for more than a day. He struggled to get up, but his mind was spinning, and the smell of fermented alcohol in his nostrils made him feel like vomiting. Ma Da went into the kitchen and struggled to open a can of spiced catfish with a screwdriver. His hand slipped and the sharp screwdriver pricked his thumb.