Chapter 3 drink the wine in front of you

Withered vines, old trees, faint crows. Small bridges, flowing water, and people. Ancient Road, West Wind, Skinny Horse. sunset, The heartbroken man is at the end of the world. dusk.The peasants packed up all the big and small guys, yelled at the cattle, and went their separate ways.Some wine worms scratched their throats, went straight to the shop with the wine flag waving in the market, poured a bowl hard, and said, this must be something unfair, it would be better than the one tied to the wooden pier and still standing still Shuiku cattle are prudent, and if cattle have injustices, they will chew grass and regurgitate the cud and swallow them; human injustices can only be settled by pouring a bowl of strong wine into the six orifices to smoke, and then falling asleep.

Driving the cattle home, dogs bark far and near in the village. On the next table, the man was holding a bowl and drinking wine, with a bearded face and dusty clothes, he completely ignored the vulgar words of the wine sellers in all directions just now, as if the shadows and voices in the hotel were all his past short-bladed spears. It’s just another repetition in front of his eyes) He opened his eyes the same as he closed them, and drinking wine was the same as drinking water.The face covered by the servant's wind and sand is similar to that of a purely ignorant child, as if everything in the world is the same, he drinks, drinks the wine in front of him; the past and the future are just swallowed and swallowed.

In the vestibule, the man who tied the ox was muttering about untying the rope, and the ox kicked its old hooves past a skinny horse, the horse didn’t look up, as if the ox was just a thin wind) Throwing silver and going out without looking back, he must be a stranger.Whipping the horse, raising dust, presumably his life is just constantly looking for post stations, giving the horse a hug of dry grass, and giving himself a bowl of wine.The farmer leading the cow should fall into the cowshed and tie the cow again! The land and the farmhouse are the questions and answers of his life; the wife and children at home are the troubles and joys of his life.Every day he murmured new and old grievances and grievances, and he went into his left ear and out of his right ear, and replied a few words or nothing, had a belch, turned on the lamp and fell asleep, and the world was peaceful.Crops will always grow from the ground; women will always lie down on their pillows; children will always be raised.

What about the stranger riding the horse? Which hut is his final destination? Which girl is the woman he entrusted to him last?Which acre of land is his final answer? Is he the one who gets and loses, or the one who never gets, looking for his share? If he got the good one but lost it, what better way to keep the good one than endless drifting back and forth? If he didn't get it, what could prove the innocence of having nothing better than endless wandering? When he walked through the forest of old trees and withered vines, he knew that it was the road of crows. If he stepped on the small bridge and flowing water, he knew that it was the road of farmers.

His way is in the sleeve of the west wind, in the throat of the setting sun.