Author: Chen Chuan
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Publish Date: 2004-01-01
Features: I had a memory of seeing the stripes of a tiger in a cage during my childhood. Now, this adorable group has become fragments within my submerged soul. On a blood-red evening, that golden tiger crossed my dreams, lifting its head and lonely howling. From this, I realized that "they" are as much a part of the vibrant life on this planet as "we." "They" are the last aristocrats and also dangerous killers. Therefore, one night, I carried the flood of language to create the tiger, the lion, and the wolf packs that roam the jungle. As thes that accompany us humans are increasingly distant from us, I began to sees in both my dream life and real life—seeing a group ofs running through forests and deserts, encountering their fate of reproduction, and the costs, joys, failures, and deaths associated with these fates. I saw their lives because I had already stepped into their lives. Dedicated to readers who, likes, are in the same abyss and the same heavenly world, struggling for their lives; dedicated to those filled with benevolence, living on the same planet ass, as neighbors, watching the dawn and the sunset.
Beast Enclosure: The that enter and exit my soul: The that enter and exit my soul
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