Chapter 7 07

Is this a guard or a stare? Who does she represent?Her eyes were bright and clear, and the brilliance must have come from the gods. I had to pay attention to this basic fact again and again: she came from the poor farm family as if she came from the winter plain. How do I meet her gaze? All I know is to love her like my own siblings... [Ancient song fragment] There are scholars in the west, and the sound of reading aloud every night... The plain is silent, who still remembers the famous names of the ancestors? King Laiyi left, leaving behind only his sword and this ancient city. A hundred years ago, in the long night, parting after the boiling, the horses neighing, the warriors' coats covered with silver frost, and the stars hanging above the mast...

Legend has it that the king of Laiyi walked the waterway, his horseshoes stepped on the deck, and the shadow of the sail covered the camel bell. The abominable Rong and Di are like nightfall, jackals and owls howling by the banks of the Yellow River... The Xu surname is a descendant of King Laiyi, and no one can match their merits. The king bestowed jade shells, mother-of-pearl, and colorful rainbow silk... After a hundred years of wandering, I went to Dengzhou, Huangxian, and crossed the Weihe River to the west. Hiding his name and surname, he was tortured. A generation died in Hexi, and a generation was born in Daiyue.

In the year of hunger, the berries and grass and vines are exhausted, and the dry spring comes and wanders in all directions. I dare not forget the cape of Dengzhou, with the great trust of the King of Laiyi in my heart... Going over Taishan Mountain, it passes through Laiwu and enters Qingzhou and Huangxian counties. The journey has been bitter, and the return journey has been long and exhausted for a hundred years. The ancient city is gray and the moss marks are still there, and the rammed earth walls are stained with blood... The shining armor and the galloping horse turned into confused smoke.

The north wind howls at midnight, like bowstrings. Suddenly, a baby's cry was heard, which overwhelmed the whistling of the strong wind and spread throughout the wilderness... The baby boy born after returning home won the hearts of all. The people had no honey wine, but they held a dawn feast. Fortunately, Di Rong survived again under his sharp claws, and the bloodline of the Laiyi people can continue. Hundreds of birds are flying in the East China Sea, and the colorful clouds are auspicious and bright. The baby boy was named "Xu Fu", like the spring grass flourishing and the surrounding fields splendid...

How many people prayed for it, and expected to usher in the second spring. A one-year-old baby was carried out under the bright sun, and soil clods, rice, bamboo slips, bows and arrows were laid out... The baby's eyes sparkled - grabbed the bamboo slip with one hand, and held down the sword with the other! "O morning star of Rai!" The clansmen looked at each other, tears streaming down... A knight in shining armor, a handsome young man who is brave and invincible. At the age of fifteen, the sword never leaves the body, and at the age of sixteen, he rides the waves and sails the boat.

Jinghai Daoxi discerns astrology, grows up holding bamboo slips every night... At the age of seventeen, he rode his horse on a long journey and stepped into Linziyuan, the capital of Qi. After studying in Jixia for three years, I visited Junyan all over the city of Linzi... The time flies by, and the world is discussed all night long. At the age of 21, he paid homage to the King of Qi and bestowed him with buildings, gold, and a large field. Looking at the cape of Dengzhou, Xu Fu confided his longing: "Your Majesty is sympathetic to the worry of the wanderer, and allowed me to serve my mother back to my hometown..."

At that time, the seven kingdoms were vying for supremacy, and swords and halberds collided and smoke was everywhere. The violent Qin destroyed Han, Wei, Chu, and Yanzhao, and forced the eastern criminals to stare at them. Tens of thousands of people are in distress, looting is an abyss of blood and tears... ...How strange, modern means of transportation can allow two close friends who are thousands of miles away to meet and have a talk within a few hours; For more than ten years, or even longer... how many mysteries of human nature are contained in it. Silent remote viewing, deep gaze.

How can I forget?There is an unforgettable time in a person's life, and it is unforgettable.For me, for anyone capable of love, I suppose it's the same.It is useless for me to deny this, because we all know it. I hold tightly to a feeling, a pulsating burning body; it is the happiness I grasped suddenly, all hope... But when I was hit relentlessly by something, I had to let go powerlessly— — with my eyes wide open, I watched it slowly disappear... my eyes gradually lost their energy, my vision was blurred, and I sank into the darkness.That's how part of life ends. But its wandering soul will wander in the boundless black, with great unwillingness and grievance, searching, looking around, dreaming of rebirth.

Is regeneration possible? No, it's only once.How precious it is.I told myself repeatedly, because I was afraid of being bitten by regret.For me, the most important thing is to understand: What the hell hit me? Every spring lilac fills me with an inescapable thrill and pain.It smells too strong.I stroked its branches, leaves, and buds, and my heart was full of trembling love and terrible hatred.I closed my eyes to calm myself, and it took a long time before I dared to look around again.At this time, I faintly realized: I need to say goodbye, say farewell far away, as if escaping.I'd better go into my mind and stare at myself for a long time.All my frenzy and anxiety emanated from a single point, and it simply had enormous, irresistible energy.It set off a never-ending burn that terrified me.

I was far away—as far away as possible, psychologically and geographically.I need new, extraordinary powers - who will give me them? Reminiscence, loyalty, longing, resistance, questioning, dismissal, perseverance, hatred... everything requires strength.Now I am more able to face it than in the past.For I have landed on this plain that gave me life, and the past is but a drifting seed.I slowly stretched out the roots, penetrated deeply, and gradually absorbed without any scruples. I began to have the ability to sort out and review our stories and dare to face you.This was never possible in the past.I imagined and assumed impossible endings, and sometimes I was very excited.Yes, just chewing that bit of sadness, just moaning has become extremely boring now.I should have the ability to answer some basic questions.For example, I have to dare to analyze such words: father, family, love, hatred... I don’t know when people have lost the courage to face them and the ability to analyze them.It's scary.

My injury to you, of course, comes from an excessive sensitivity.But what I have to do now is to prove the need to continue to maintain this sensitivity today-your eyes will widen in surprise.Yes, it is a very precious thing, it is almost like my life... Today, in this era of boundless hustle and bustle, total retreat, and ruthless play, some people may invariably ask: Is it the sensitivity of the past?What is that? Isn't that kind of ridiculous? No, never!That's all I have to say. Although this sensitivity has deprived me of the most beautiful things, I still want to say that it is necessary and sacred, and it is something that a man cannot leave for even a moment... It is the life and basis of human beings. I will never regret it.I will maintain this sensitivity all my life.Perhaps all my long rants are in defense of it, of a sacred fidelity...   You are the only one who can listen, because you are one of the parties, you are... ... The fourth brother started arguing with someone by the garden.They quarreled fiercely, and then the tiger barked louder and louder, and I, Drum and Bell all ran out... It turned out that some surveying people were surveying the land, and they entered the vineyard for some reason. And broke a section of the fence.The fourth brother was holding a gun at the time, because he happened to be passing there, so he stopped them. Those people belonged to a certain "development company", and they probably wanted to build something on this piece of land near the sea.Wearing black glasses, a long-brimmed hat, and holding half a cigarette in his hand, the middle-aged man was probably a small boss, yelling at the fourth brother.Maybe he had some insulting words in his mouth, the fourth brother was so angry that he took a step forward and grabbed him.At this moment, the one next to him wanted to go over to help, but when the spotted tiger roared, he backed away in fright.I just rushed over at this time. It was hard to separate the two people who were locked together. I asked: "How to enter our garden?" "We measure wherever we like!" "You can measure your own house, your house; you must say hello when you come here?" "Don't be smug, I want you to move your nest, that's what the general manager said..." The fourth brother gritted his teeth and said, "Let's try, whoever dares to spoil our garden, I will use this gun to punch his stomach out..." There were a few more scoldings; the tigers were having a carnival.It took a while for the people to disperse.I comforted Fourth Brother and Ringing Bell.I have no doubt in my heart that what the measuring guy said will come true.They can do it.There is nothing but them, which can come and destroy our garden... The increasingly serious drought has caused the trees on the beach to die in pieces—the fourth brother said that he has never seen such a severe drought; because countless new industrial and mining enterprises on the plain kept pumping groundwater, the water level was too low. Severe saltwater intrusion has been caused and plants near the seashore are being killed by the leaching chlorides.There is also the ongoing coal mining plan, and the building complexes that continue to extend to the coastline...all of these are approaching and swallowing.Our hometown may one day really cease to exist. The fourth brother didn't sleep that night.I saw that the light in his room was on, so I went to accompany him.He was smoking and knocked out a huge pile of ashes.The bell is not in the house—sometimes she sleeps next door when she has to drum her forehead.The fourth brother sighed: "I was worried that I couldn't help it, so I pulled the trigger; my gun jumped on my shoulder that day!" Looking at this dear brother who is staying with me, I don't know what to say. "It's weird, someone can measure other people's things at will..." Yes, some people don't admit that what can belong to whom - there is no "own" here, there never was; there never will be. Perhaps because of this, I have to stubbornly and firmly hold on to a little bit in my heart - it is invisible, but it is the last precious thing that a person can have left... "Brother, I will plant this garden with you, it will be a matter of a lifetime!" I look at his hands.This hand is really big.Thick tendons hurt me.He was talking about an unusual agreement between two men.I understood that he was going to settle the rest of his life in the vineyard—and until then he had been a wanderer, and the wanderlust had an irresistible fascination for him.From the moment he stepped into the garden, he made an extremely unusual decision.He brought his wife and dog, and personally pasted the windows of the broken hut in the garden, filled the cracks with mud, and built a comfortable nest for the tiger. He was smoking a cigarette, rubbing his hands and asking the tiger: " How about you buddy? I will add grass to you after winter..." Banhu pursed his lips in satisfaction... In the middle of the night, I went back to my room.Can't sleep, feeling the ending of the vineyard.Bai Hui, I'm really afraid of losing it now, and I can't hide this timidity from you.Because this vineyard is so important to me and my friends. My fourth brother and I didn't sleep a wink all night.Just before dawn, the spotted tiger was barking again—this sound immediately made it clear that someone unwelcome had come.Now we can easily hear its various tones: resentful, vigilant, inquiring, friendly, loving... This time it is clearly resentment, its voice suppressed rough and violent.I hurried out and saw two people who seemed to have known each other. Both men wore the same clothes.I recalled that they had appeared in a fight among the fishermen on the seashore—on someone's orders, when they shouted at the crowd authoritatively and drove the fishermen like a pack of dogs.The strange thing is that everyone is afraid of them.I was taken aback. "Come out, come out!" the thin man shouted.He squinted, lazily. I walk over.He looked at me straight in the eye, as if analyzing something.The dwarf next to him muttered softly: "No, it's a kidnapper..." I could no longer suppress my anger, and blurted out: "You are not allowed to insult people! Where are you from? What are you going to do?" The two of them were taken aback by my sudden anger, and they almost took a step back... After a moment of silence, the thin man stretched out his finger and said, "Tell you, I can arrest you in a minute... Now let's go!" Don't blame you, we have plenty of time in the future. We are here to find the old man with the gun - he shot at the comrades in the surveying station yesterday, didn't he? Come out!..." Everyone in the hut came out.The fourth brother became dizzy, and when he figured out that these two people came because of the dispute yesterday, he almost passed out.Both the bell and the forehead were talking about how those people destroyed the garden fence and how unreasonable they were. The two people in front of them didn't want to hear it at all, but insisted that the fourth brother go with them and bring a gun—it was a murder weapon. The fourth brother simply spit out two words: "No." "Aren't you going?" the thin man asked. "No." "Okay then, Kidnapper, that's what you said." The thin man waved his hand and led the short man away.There was a sound of an engine, and it turned out that a car was parked outside the garden. I know something is serious. I can almost see how this thing will end.This is a story of bullying, a bit like bullying outsiders - and my fourth brother and everyone in our small hut were born on the plains... We seem to have lost our hometown today, so we also Lost a special kind of protection. I thought over and over of possible acquaintances on this plain, people who could help me in times of crisis, and finally I remembered one or two people in the small town by the sea.I suggested that my fourth brother leave with me, and we should take the initiative to deal with each other through some relationships... Fourth brother repeatedly refused.He sat next to the spotted tiger with his eyes wide open.These eyes are cold.I'm a little worried.I wanted to take a step ahead, but I didn't dare to leave my fourth brother here alone. ——In this way until a few whistles sounded outside the garden, until five or six people rushed in. The fourth brother has been sitting next to the tiger.The strange thing is that this time the tiger is as calm as he is.He just smokes. The thin man walked up to him and said something.The fourth brother turned around and walked into the house—at this moment, several people quickly rushed up and held him up... drumming his forehead and ringing the bell, he began to cry.The tiger was jumping—I knew these people could do anything, so I locked it in the house... Fourth brother was led to the car, and the gun was taken away. I also have to go away.The last thing I said to the thin man was: no one can touch him, whoever does that will regret it.The thin man smiled, raised his face, and said in a surprisingly kind tone: "Really?" I replied coldly: "Yes." The car drove away. For the first time, I asked some so-called "friends" in this small town to help.They all had embarrassing expressions on their faces, and they all mentioned the need to "do something." They asked for money to buy a lot of high-end cigarettes and the like, saying that they had to get it from the top to manage things... I endured humiliation—losing dignity on the one hand, and finding it back on the other.This is impossible.But I am willing to do everything for my fourth brother that I am extremely unwilling to do.I have to hold back hard.I thought of all the misfortune that had befallen our vineyards over the years. We don't know how many times we have dealt with land management, taxation, surrounding villages, and gardening farms, and we have been bruised all over. What we are facing is just another enduring... The fourth brother spent the whole two days and nights outside.He didn't come back until the third day. He looked thinner and had more gray hair.He didn't take back his beloved gun. I supported the fourth brother.He said, "They made us soft. The bastards..." He didn't know that our vineyard was fined a lot of money.I understand that the fourth brother can't lose that gun - it was a companion in his wanderings in previous years; he must have the bell, the shotgun and the dog by his side... That's the latest thing that happened to our vineyard.It's not over yet. Guer always wants to discuss something with me—she seems to have grown up a lot, and cares about more and more things, not only herself, but also others—many, many.This reminds me of how much insight a silent girl has. She used to think about so many things, which sometimes have nothing to do with herself... I was moved by it.She often recounted her own childhood: a childhood of extreme poverty and extreme joy.It brought back so many memories and made me imagine that jungle over and over again. I can no longer see the tall and straight poplars on the white sand beach, and I can't see its shiny leaves shaking in the breeze.I think its disappearance is one of the scariest records in the plains of the twentieth century... Guer rarely mentioned her father, and I found that she always avoided that man carefully.She deliberately diverted the topic, sometimes very cleverly. "Father" has become a taboo for people, and this phenomenon also makes my heart move. It's kind of like me. Everything that the father symbolizes, metaphors and represents is too heavy.Too heavy to lift, let alone show off.The father threw a life into this world, left behind all the embarrassment and shame, and then quietly retreated behind the scenes. Who of us can't hear the lonely sigh of a man behind us in a corner?It was an unbearable sound! Everyone has a father. Real fathers know how to be ashamed. ...Forget it, this topic should really be changed.It's never pleasant.Maybe one day we'll talk about it in depth. When Gu Er was five or six years old, he followed his mother to work in the fields and became a good helper for his mother.In fact, she came to the field earlier—when she was less than one year old, she was tied to her mother's back at that time, and she didn't understand or remember anything.She would probably just cry, and the adults would ignore her because they were busy. They would just untie her while feeding her, and wipe her tender face with hands covered with soil or plant green juice. She said that when her mother dug the soil, she picked out the root of the grass and carried it to the edge of the ground; when her mother blew the branches of the cigarette tree, she piled them together—the poison of the cigarette made her two arms swell. It was red and swollen, so my mother rubbed it with a kind of vegetable leaf beside the canal.I still remember that burning feeling.She held back the pain, she said she never cried. At that time, the sun in the sky was even hotter than it is now. She said that mother, she, and all the people who worked in the fields were smoky-really, everyone was smoky up there, and finally had to Splash water on it.The naked arms and legs were all black and red, as if they had been boiled in boiling water, and it was hot to the touch. After working until half the morning, it was time to take a rest, so she and her mother found a shady place to catch their breath.Where is there a tree?There used to be three old poplar trees on the ground, but they were cut down and used as a pigsty.They had to get under the amorpha tree next to the canal and lie down for a while under the branches of this bush.What a comfortable and shady place, she climbed onto her mother and kissed her mother's mud and sweat without a trace.She said that she couldn't live without her mother at that time, and her mother at that time was healthier, taller and—cleaner than her current mother... She always likes to say that her mother was "smoky" by the sun-this is unacceptable to us anyway, but after listening to it repeatedly, it feels extremely true.I actually saw charred, burning farmers.They are still burning on the ground today, and if you walk among them and look at the eyes, hair like ashes, and dry skin, you will definitely agree with me and Gu Er. "Mother is in the field, she's smoking in the hot sun..." Who ever said that to me?It was just such an imaginable image that brought tears to my eyes. Gu Er said that when she was seventeen years old, she still didn't remember eating white flour steamed buns.She said that only the heavy-duty father in the family was eligible for a tortilla.The rest, she and her mother, could only eat sweet potatoes, vegetable cakes and sorghum. "Golden tortillas, the smell is tangy, I keep looking at them, and my mother twists a small piece from my father's hand and stuffs it into my mouth..." Her words are absolutely true.Many of us would reject this reality.I remembered that a few years ago, our neighbor in the city hired a sixteen or seventeen-year-old nanny from the south—she said she had never seen an apple.When I told Meizi, Meizi said disapprovingly: "She lied..." But I had no doubt that what the little girl said was true.It will turn out that she is not a liar, but a part of us who is ignorant and lacking in courage. The bulging forehead is thin and thin. When she first came, it was almost painful to see.You'd think a child, a seventeen-year-old girl, should never look like this.Her slender wrists and legs are extremely fragile, as if they can't withstand any bumps.The hair was dull, like old wind-beaten strands.Looking at her clothes again, they are all made of fabrics produced many years ago. They have been washed to lose their color, and the torn places have been meticulously stitched together.They were thinner than her body, wrapped tightly around her body, and they would break when she moved a few times... I don't understand how she protects her clothes during hard labor. It was such a poor girl who came into my field of vision and my vineyard.Is it by chance? The gods always look at every opportunity to remind people—as long as he can understand. I will do my best to protect this girl.I know that she has the same meaning as my vineyard, and it is also heavy and simple, and it is also growing vigorously. Yes, she seems to have grown a little taller and fatter in the past few years, with shiny black hair, big black eyes under long eyelashes, and every time she flickers, there is an unconcealable brilliance leaking.Her dark, apricot complexion was nothing short of a sign of health and youth.She is a symbol, a spirit in the vineyard... In the past, she seldom cared about the future of this garden, because she never doubted the power possessed by me, fourth brother and others, and thought that a few of us men were enough to protect it.She seemed to understand now that this was overestimating us a bit.After those terrible violations and disturbances passed, what was left behind was not only incomprehension, but also an indelible fear.She was afraid that one day, this vineyard would no longer exist, where would she go then? It was a day she couldn't even imagine.She refuses to go back to her old village, even with her mother. I finally understood what it means to love the vineyard. Lovely and pitiful drumhead. How many days in a row have been trying to get back that gun for the fourth brother.It accompanied a disabled person and comforted him for many years.People say the rustic gun has been on his shoulder for decades.How could a man suddenly lose such a companion? In lonely moments, it can talk to him in the wilderness. At that time, the fourth brother of the kidnapper had just returned from an injury, and it was a critical period, and everyone had nothing to eat.There are many waterfowl in the river bend, so he used this gun to hunt waterfowl. His prey saved many from dying, and made him a wandering man. He went from place to place, often lodging in the open.His friends hang out with him, lighting up smoke on the beach.Legend has it that once they hunted a big bird in the half-person-high white grass field, and the other flew away-it turned out to be a couple of birds.They were roasting the prey that day, and when it got dark and the sky was full of stars, another bird's mournful call came from the sky.The cry was hoarse and shrill for a while, and it made people's hearts tense.They hastily ate the roasted bird and lay down in the grass for the night.But the bird was still calling.It is far away and near for a while, hovering in the air...no one can sleep.It was a rough night. Since then, people have rarely heard the fourth brother pull the trigger.He just carries it on his back. I thought maybe a man with severe trauma needs a weapon in particular.He has been saying more and more things like, "I'm going to fuck them one day", "It's time to make me shoot..." Those people insisted that the fourth brother was threatening government officials with guns.As someone who was there at the time, I can fully prove that this is a fabricated lie. "Possessing a gun illegally, and—obstructing public servants..." The guy who kept mumbling was the skinny guy who broke into the garden to arrest people. Now he has been cleared by my "friends", and his viciousness is naturally less many.But he just didn't want to hand over the gun in the end. I asked him: "Since the fine has been imposed, the gun should be returned, right?" "Do you have a gun license?" of course not.The so-called "gun license" is a new thing in the past few years. In the early years, there were so many hunters on the plains that no one knew how to register for a homemade shotgun.I said that our vineyard needs a night watch in autumn, and there are a lot of wild animals, so a shotgun is absolutely necessary - can I apply for a "gun license"? The thin man laughed mysteriously and menacingly, but did not answer. I think the man in front of me just needs a hard punch on the bridge of the nose.With this punch he might get better. When leaving, he unexpectedly sent a few steps.Under a poplar tree outside the door, he stopped, and said in a low voice: "The money that should be spent has to be spent..." I just want to get away from this villain quickly. Days later, I still feel nauseous thinking about that thin face.I have no doubt that if he doesn't do what he said, not only will he lose his beloved gun, but new troubles will arise.In the end I had to hand over the money through a "friend"—this time directly into the thin man's hands. Of course, all of this has to be done behind the back of the fourth brother. For a long time, there has been a news that the relevant parties are negotiating intensely with foreign countries. This matter has been going on for more than a month, and the result has finally come out. It turned out that a foreign company wanted to lease this large beach for a long time.It may be a dispute over the land price, but the negotiation failed.Only now did we understand what that measurement was for. That company is engaged in man-made oil. It must be a good thing that this cooperation failed.But will you restart other cooperation? Not far to the west of our vineyard is a state-owned horticultural field, what a huge fruit forest.I have never seen such a beautiful garden anywhere else.But now the head of the horticulture field is frequently receiving managers from some large companies from overseas and inland, and he is determined to start one or two projects that can make money.Right now they are talking about jointly establishing a chemical plant and an electroplating plant, and they have vowed to try to introduce foreign capital to build a large-scale chlor-alkali plant that is one of the best in East China... All kinds of cars are constantly coming along the road between the gardening field and the vineyard.The cars stopped and went, and people came down for a walk from time to time—they probably firmly believed that as long as they aimed at any place, the people there would immediately extend their hands to greet them.They probably don't know how many hateful eyes are hidden behind the jungle and crops on this plain.The car continued to drive forward until there was nowhere to go.Known as the National Defense Road, the asphalted road ends in a patch of weedy sand.This is a soft sandy beach, and more than a hundred meters ahead is the sea. "What a beautiful place, a villa is going to be built here." They got out of the car humming, wiped their waists and said to the accompanying officials.Those officials were all from small seaside towns, almost all of them had bloated figures, smiling faces, and wore crumpled ties.They fawningly spit out an English word to visitors, with a thick and muddy local accent. The women who got out of the car were all wearing blue-black eye shadow and red makeup on their faces; occasionally, I met someone who dyed their face golden; once I saw a person whose face was dyed blue... …they all wore big earrings and bright lipstick without exception.They shouted in surprise, laughed loudly, and opened their bloody mouths. They probably want to swallow the whole plain of misfortune. Almost everyone is holding a wireless phone, standing not far from the waves and yelling "hey hey".The fourth brother watched while smoking a cigarette, and said that if these guys messed around here a few years ago, they would definitely be arrested as spies. "The female secretary also came with me...yes, I asked her to contact you later..." It turned out that the group of women were all "female secretaries". They have no shame in trampling such a plain.Why are some people so crazy and desperate to attract some polluting projects?Don't they know it's deadly to a land?It was only later that I realized that all the goals were just to make money and have fun.Pollution is trivial to them because no one ever takes pollution too seriously.If you can't get money, you can take the opportunity to "investigate", travel around the world several times, and go out to see "foreigners". A turbid current is advancing towards Cape Dengzhou at an alarming speed - in just a few years, the tranquility of the past has been lost here.My friend and I seem to have entered the last watch, waiting for an ending.This reminds me of the retreat and persistence of the Laiyi people, when they faced Di Rong's advance. History is repeating itself in slightly altered form. Looking at the bloody and copper-colored faces of those "female secretaries", one would be overwhelmed with uncontrollable despair.The silent hut in the jungle flashed through my mind again and again, and more than once I remembered the morning when my father returned from Nanshan—he spent a long time on the big beach.what is he doingHe is looking for a tomb.That is the tomb of a comrade-in-arms. Today, the graves of all the martyrs are mixed with the sand dunes, or simply covered by them.One forest after another was disappearing, and the wind swirled the sand.The sky was cloudy, and the strong wind lifted the sand high into the air, and then drifted to the sea. The Laiyi people back then kept retreating. But what about us?We have nowhere to go.We no longer have to back down.