Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 89 (A Salted Fish)
I am a fish.

A very ordinary fish, without bright scales, without graceful and supple body, white belly with dark spots, gray-brown scales and skin.

I am a fish.

Wandering in this abundant Tianchi, there is no need to worry, the clear spring water nourishes this piece of life, and the warm goose stones at the bottom of the pond also come alive, talking and playing with the moss on his body all day long.

I am a fish.

Familiar with every inch of this pool of spring water, she gently smoothes her emerald-like long hair, repaying her daily absorption, gentle and delicate, she breathes gently with the wind, and the ripples show her joy.

I am a fish.

I know every fish in this pool, but I often feel lonely.They are graceful and supple, they are bright and beautiful, the pool is fed with fine wine, and the herbal tea is dripping from the rocks on the shore, which is my return.

I am a fish.

Living in this peaceful scene, even the eyes of other fish are afraid.The warm wind came slowly, plucked the peach blossoms, and threw them gently to bathe with the pool water.A few fragments fell into my heart, I was pleasantly surprised, but watched her flow away in a flash.

I am a fish.

Longing for the slender stream by the pond, looking at her quietly at night, wild orchids are blooming silently, not as beautiful as the flowers in the pond, but they often float into my dreams with fragrance.The sun also seems to be nostalgic for Tianchi, and only sends me a moment of warmth to the stream in the early morning. She doesn't care, it flows slowly, and uses the lullaby of ding ding dong dong every day to soothe my insomnia.

I am a fish.

Hope to be a great fish, can jump over that dragon gate.I want to go down the waterfall and prove myself with the spring water at the foot of the mountain, even if it is eaten by birds, scars are my crown, and freedom is my right.

I am a fish.

Thinking of the glorious spring, thinking of the calm stream, can't let go of any one, but dare not step out of the Tianchi, maybe this is afraid of myself and afraid of life.

I am a fish.

Wandering in this pond all day long, mechanically following the rules of this Tianchi, pretending to integrate into the group that he does not love, numb and closed.

I am a fish.

Lying quietly on the boulder by the pool, waiting for the baptism of the sun, I can't remember when I jumped on the boulder, only to see a drop of crystal water droplets dissociating in the ethereal bubbles.

I am a fish.

Lying in the ground for thousands of years, maybe one day it will be discovered and heard "What a miserable fish."

I am a fish, a salted fish.

(End of this chapter)