Name: Wild Duck
Author: Bi Shengshixuan

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- Островнаяутка "Дикаяутканедикая—дикомилая! Кряквакрякнет,аякветаю!" The wild ducks that often lived on the island in the middle of the lake were once covered in a veil woven by the morning mist. Reflecting the gold-like skylight in the clear waves, in the waters where no one has set foot, "keeping aloof from the world" is a gentle belief carved into the feathers. They peck at the water plants dripping with dew and chase the shadows cast by flowing clouds. They always think that this isolated island is a "peachland" isolated from the hustle and bustle of the world. The clear water under their feet will flow forever like the years. They never thought that the cold industrial iron pipe outside the shoreline is sucking the vitality of nature bit by bit with silent greed. Until one day, the familiar clear waves became turbid and sticky, and the once-living fish and shrimp turned into wreckage at the bottom of the water. They stretched their necks to hover in the rancid water, and all they touched with the tip of their beaks was the biting coldness and desolation. The tranquility and cautious purity that we adhere to day and night are shattered like reed flowers in the wind in the continuous "breathing" of the sewage pipe. Floating in the turbid ripples, fragile and vulnerable; all the gentle persistence that is not seen can not escape the crushing of the machine of the times, leaving only a gunshot on the water that no one can hear. Are those bright red feathers floating on the water an accident of bad luck? No, it's just that they spend their whole lives pursuing the "self-isolation" they believe in.

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Mira and Valya
Petrova from the farm passed by the farm again on an inspection mission, "You still call potatoes comrades, are you stupid for studying theory? Varya." Several farm workers nearby also joined in: "It's just that if you don't grow corn well on the land, you will just toss these potato lumps." "I heard potatoes can talk? I'm out of my mind." Mira slammed the hoe on the ground, making a "dong" sound. Her voice was as loud as ringing a bell: "Since you memorized dialectics so well, why don't you 'see the essence through the phenomenon'? Last year, in the small experimental field of Lenkana, was the yield and drought resistance twice that of ordinary potatoes? Everyone saw it! She sacrificed for the collective in her own way, Why are you laughing at her? " "And you," Mira glanced, like a knife across the whispering faces, "People come to the fields before dawn every day, and they are still recording data after dark, and they don't even bother to eat. If you want corn, don't you just want to make some for yourself? Whiskey? " "You, Kaev! Do you know how to do agricultural research? You, Nie Jinke, you are still throwing up your pants by the river! Which of you gays is better at tending crops? " Vali? Looking at Mira's earth-like back, Ya felt a warm current in her heart. On this ancient tundra, she vowed to feed everyone. Since her brother left, only Mira truly understood that she placed all her passion and faith in these silent, downward-growing lives. "Mira, thank you." Varya said softly.
1 like8mo ago
The prologue is very exciting and can lead directly to the drama. The author seems to have traveled to modern times and the writing style is very good.
8mo ago