A fish, I don’t worry about growing in this area, a natural and comfortable River, until one day you capture me and keep me in a fish tank, put the processed water of bleach which looks clear for me to survive and feed me green, black and red fodder. Gradually, my body changes with the surrounding environment. My eyes are covered with white gauze by corrosive water. I can no longer distinguish black and white from good or bad, my whole body became sour and rotten. My bright scales were falling off quietly. My heart was edified into black and corrupted by the feed I provided. Later, a guest came to my house to dig my belly skillfully and numbly with a sharp blade for your own benefit. I opened my eyes wide and began to fear, struggle and unwilling; slowly, I gave up the struggle and let you grab those dirty and corrupt internal organs that do not belong to me. At this moment, I stared at the distance, as if I saw the peace, beauty and distance of the waters again, A drop of liquid from the deepest part of the body spreads out on the ground and meets with blood.

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