Triassic/三迭

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Tonight, Changning Street was eerily devoid of cars. On the scorching reed mats, residents tossed and turned, lights off, fanning themselves with folding fans printed with men's health advertisements. The fan ribs, lacquered a deep black, unfolded to reveal images of swimsuit models alongside the words "Men's Hospital." The night was as silent as if it had been dipped into an inkwell, a thick, oppressive layer of purple-black clouds conjured from a chaotic blend of pigments-ochre, indigo, and cerulean. All that remained was to shoo away a fly that hadn't been released out the window. The air was so hot and humid it felt like a leopard creeping through a dew-dripping, dense forest, peering through the dark gaps between leaves, searching for a source of light. The weather forecast echoed repeatedly in his mind: Tomorrow, sunny to cloudy-tomorrow, sunny to cloudy. June. The incessant, damp croaking of frogs served as a constant undertone: the black keys of a piano. And the rumbling of cars.¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿"¿¿¿¿"¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿--¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿ Chen Jincheng, male, born in 1996, is a member of the China Writers Association and the China Prose Association. He began writing prose in high school, with works published in overseas editions of People's Daily and Sprouts magazines. He started writing fiction during university, with works featured in publications such as China Writers, Youth Literature, and Yuhua. He has published a collection titled My Friends and I. He was selected for the Zhejiang Writers Association's "New Talents in Literature" program.¿¿¿,¿¿1996¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿"¿¿¿¿¿¿¿"¿

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Pages: 244, Edition: Unabridged, Paperback, China National Publications Import & Export C