Micro-Fiction — Daxiang
Micro-Fiction — Daxiang 微小说—大祥 The Qingming rain fell soft and fine. Guozi did not go home. At home, facing the direction of his hometown, he set out a cup of cold tea. He thought of his uncle again — Daxiang. Daxiang was forty-one when he died. Like some who leave in their prime, gone in […]
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