Chapter 9 09

Do you still remember the first time we carried our backpacks and went to explore the mountains? That is a "colored stone" that I am most happy to get close to and hold... In summer, when the school is on holiday, we thought of this idea by coincidence, and we went on an expedition together.For the first time, I had the opportunity to be a protector, as attentive and straightforward as a real warrior, and selflessly walked ahead to explore; at night, I lit the wormwood to prevent mosquitoes, and moved continuously with the shift of the wind direction, In order to drive away the mosquitoes around you.With the flickering of the fire, I'll read to you the song I just wrote, or other books I brought with me.

I can't sleep in the middle of the night, but my energy is very high.When you wake up, I often bring you a glass of boiled water.You fell asleep again after a while, and I woke up on the side, like a vigilant guard.Under the flashing light of the fire, I took a closer look at your sleeping state, your gently fluttering nose, and slightly frowning brows.An experience like a myth. In the middle of the night, the chirping of insects in the mountains, the long cry like apes, and the flying fireflies all strengthened my feeling of happiness in my heart.Sometimes I would return to the scene of wandering alone in the mountains, and feel that the gurgling water and the bonfire beside the white sand river are the same as back then.The difference is that there is a sweet sleeping girl beside her, she is extremely beautiful!At that time, I was so happy that I almost burst into tears, and I had to look up to see the stars in the sky again and again, how bright and dense they were, they were conceived by fairy tales, and fairy tales are the mother of stars...

After the dear and respected benefactor, Mr. Shandi, died, I left the school-run factory and started a wandering life again.Because I can't bear it, I can't bear the torture of losing my best friend and mentor.Just closing my eyes and being able to hear him calling is driving me crazy.The old headmaster was already ill because of his death, and was later taken to a hospital in another place by his family.Before he left, he called me to his side and said, son, find a place of your own to go, it's too sad here.Yes, it would be unbearable without the tall, lanky teacher with the rucksack.Tears have flooded the eyes, which are so red and swollen that people can scream at the sight of them.I rinsed it well with the stream in front of the school-run factory, and then left with the sundries.

What I never let go of were the books he gave me, the big volume of childish songs I had written.I walked out of a big mountain and entered another big mountain. I met so many mountain people, men and women, young and old, kind and fierce—no matter who they were, it made me feel alone.I lost the desire to walk with other people, and I just missed the teacher who had just passed away. Whether it is working for someone or reaching out to ask someone for money, a day is a day when the sun goes down.On the best and most believable night of the day, I always go alone to a good place, which is usually a bend in the river with white sand.Like now, I light a fire, boil a little water, flip through my books, or raise my face and fantasize.I felt longing at that time—longing for attachment, love, and even thought of the appearance of my lover: long eyelashes, straight nose, smiling at me, more or less naughty, like sleeping by the fire—that In summer, I repelled mosquitoes for her, and in winter I lit a fire for her. In autumn, I found a big peach and stuffed it next to her pillow...

I hold by the fire and wait for you to fall asleep, and I feel happy like a dream.The scent of your hair is mixed with the medicinal scent of wormwood, coupled with the clear smell of the gurgling river, this night is really priceless.I really can't sleep, and I don't want to leave you, enduring the temptation of the flowing river.It was almost dawn, and I was dying to jump into the creek and take a bath in this part of the night. The water in the wild is cool and somewhat cold.The surroundings are extremely quiet, looking at the pile of moxa fire next to you from a distance, breathing gently.On the inner side of the river bend is a pool of still water with some green algae floating on it.Occasionally, a fish would jump up and make a "tom" sound.I tried it, the pool is about two and a half people deep, and the water gets cooler the further you go.This place suddenly reminds me of an inlet I visited many years ago, really.At that time, I had been driving all day, and I was so hungry and sleepy that I had no energy.I didn't have anything to eat, and when I heard the sound of fish in the middle of the night, I wanted to touch a fish and cook it.I rubbed my eyes and splashed the cool water on my body, trying to refresh myself.I was so tired that it was hard to lift my legs and hands.

So I swam towards the unfamiliar deep water.The algae was much thicker then than it is now, and I had to fight it off as I swam, or it would get stuck on my neck in no time. My swimming skills are so good that I even wanted to sleep while swimming, and I almost choked on the water several times.The fish are sleeping among the grass roots near the shore. I reach out and grab them, trying my luck one after another. Unfortunately, I didn’t catch a single fish that time. The fish broke free again and again in the palm.That was real hunger, so hungry that people's eyes were dimmed, and it seemed that they didn't even have the strength to swim to the shore.Looking at the outline of the mountain at night, I think that probably this time I will really starve to death.At that time, if I had closed my eyes and allowed my body to sink, I might have ended my life.Sometimes I really want to do that.Because everything dear to me is gone and I'm just an orphan in the mountains.If the orphan is not happy, it is most appropriate to die in the mountains.But after thinking about it, I felt that after dawn, I would climb a few more mountains, maybe there would be new luck and new stories.In this way, I hesitated and encouraged myself.

It was not easy to get ashore that night.Under the starlight, I saw a clump of pampas grass swaying in the breeze, as if beckoning to me.I really walked towards its call, as if I couldn't help it.Sitting next to it, hunger made me reach out.Cut open the soft white sand and dig out the bulging roots.A fragrance made me tremble all over.I dug quickly with both hands, and after a while I dug out a handful of roots.Then I gathered a fire and started it.The root tubers of rush grass are full of starch, and the aroma is still unforgettable to me.Its skin was burned and cracked, and the white flesh burst out like a yam.I would bite it when it was still a little hot. The wonderful taste, the sweetness that couldn't relieve the pain and hunger unless I swallowed it, almost made me cry with joy.

Just like this, I had a full meal, and once again remembered the endless gratitude to nature... But this time I stayed in the same river and the same inlet, and everything changed.I became a different person, before my eyes was a familiar fire, but beside the fire was sleeping a perfect and beautiful girl, she was tender, kind, and her hair was black and long like a waterfall... For gratitude and happiness, for this reward, I Want to catch a fish - what a wonderful thing it would be to have a fresh fish caught by yourself in the breakfast pot! I caught it seriously.The jumping fish were startled by me, and then hid foolishly under the grass by the water's edge.I approached lightly, and quickly reached out to push the block, but failed again and again.

A fish that does not sleep is always very clever, I have to try to find a fish that sleeps.I think in the dark before dawn, if a fish is sensible, it should sleep soundly.Afterwards I moved for a long time along the shore of the grass-whiskered inlet, trying to be as silent as I could, and finally caught a black catfish.It's delicious in the water... You remember that night, that dawn--you were literally choked up by the umami of the fish soup!The first thing you do when you wake up is to move your nose unconsciously, that is to catch the fragrance.Later, you saw the little pot leaving white steam, and I was sitting next to me getting firewood under the stove, the smoke made me burst into tears...

All in all it was a romantic trip.Although we have a grand reason, others also know that we separated from others relatively quickly, but the two of us got into the farther mountains together. The only fly in the ointment that time, maybe we didn't meet something. Like a wolf, an innocuous robbery, or an accident that doesn't leave a maim... then I can show my manly strength.The desire to rescue and protect his girl, even in a mature man, will germinate.There is no such opportunity.Everything happened as expected and we returned to campus without a hitch. These memories are permanent.They happened, they're in my blood, and I say I have them, and I can't lose them.How important this possession is to me today.It literally haunts me for a moment.Whether you are willing or not, I will hold on to this possession tightly and let it accompany me.It's real, very real.So how lucky I am.

I wish you the same happiness.Forget the unpleasantness, it may not be true... The bell rang again and again to persuade me to take it back to "Jiakou".She misses this matter very much, and sometimes urges it with the fourth brother of the kidnapper.I know that apart from sympathy, there is a more important worry: a person without a family cannot stay in one place for a long time.And the couple has long regarded this place as their home.how to say?Didn't they see plums coming to the garden?She likes almost everything here, but just can't make up her mind to move and settle down.There were her parents, her brother, and most of all the job she was used to, the daily chaos of urban life, the screams of the scary trolleybus, the rush of bicycles... I look forward to her coming here soon.This is not just a choice of residence. I sometimes think of some men who have been homeless for various reasons—some of them are lucky enough to always be with their wives through thick and thin;What makes me sad and desolate is that I have to think of two people often.One is the geography teacher who died in the mountains, and the other is the first scholar and mentor I met in XX after graduation.They were all alone afterward, and both wives had deserted them for grandiose reasons.And their endings are so terrible. I can't easily compare myself to them.Because then Meizi would not be able to stand it, and our situation is not similar.Mainly, I'm too scared of ending like that I only told Mr. Hu the story of the deputy director—my mentor.His last days were so miserable, I have been careful to avoid thinking about his last days... Not only does every man have his own history—it is difficult to grow up who only has his own history: every man has his own family history.This is a legacy that he has to bear whether he wants to or not.It's heavy, it's heavy. All the ones I saw without exception, I just didn't know them or didn't know them all.I lost the right to explore in front of others.Unless they voluntarily, as I do to you; I never ask about their past, let alone their ancestry.In life, as long as I meet a talkative person, for example, when I meet someone who has not finished talking in three sentences, I ask: "What does your father do? How many people are in the family? What do you do?" I would hate a person.Who has the right to question others like this? What kind of family does my teacher in Dashan belong to?This is only left to the imagination.And the first mentor I met after I started working, the deputy director with a bleak ending, and what family does he belong to?It's all a mystery.But I always feel that the two of them are brothers, even though there is a huge difference in age, their birthplaces and surnames.They are my teachers and elder brothers. You do not belong to such a "family".So the gods finally left you there. There will be more pain when you cross a certain line.The gods take pity on you, so they find a reason to hinder you.But people from different "families" do not hinder each other, nor do they hinder the conversation and remembrance of a lifetime.As long as you are lovable, you have to be loved.To be loved is unreasonable, like love.Love is a word that has become ugly in this day and age, but I still like to use the concept.Can't find anything else to replace it.Love is love, the softest and most powerful element of eternal longing, the driving force for human beings to soar upward. This brings me to my wife again, and to the family that Meizi belongs to.Coincidentally, she belongs to the same family as you.I found this out pretty quickly after we got together.Of course, this does not rule out the emergence of some outstanding individuals in a family, such as your pair of kind-hearted little people.But after all you share some important similarities with the larger group to which you belong.No matter how enthusiastic you are, you are also somewhat indifferent.Of course you don't do that with your loved ones.You will also hug tightly and love firmly, but only for those you love.It's a pity that there are too few people you can love and be loyal to... This is the crux of the problem. I love you.But you do not love more people. Do you sympathize with more people?Do you deeply sympathize with people in this world? You will ask: What is the use of mere sympathy? seems like it.But I still want to ask: do you sympathize?Please don't twinkle your beautiful eyes, please answer my words and don't lie... You are just being cute yourself. I know this well, but a tinge of disappointment is quickly overshadowed by a burst of love.I love you all, there is no way.Love is sacred and mysterious.I told Meizi all this frankly, and told her: I miss Bai Hui because of that strange, once-in-a-lifetime experience.Of course she was sorry, but she was amazing and smart, she said: a normal person, a trustworthy person can only be like this sometimes.She misses you dearly, and her sincerity cannot be doubted. Meizi's parents came from the war years.Just like my ancestors.But her parents' fate was so different from mine.Her father has been living healthy and safe since he entered the city, and he has given birth to two wonderful children—she and her brother.She is petite, as I said, when I first saw her, I thought of "Thumbelina" in the fairy tale; and her younger brother is slender and tall like a sycamore seedling, so handsome and handsome that I can't describe it.There are a lot of little girls who love him, but he hasn't gotten the hang of it yet, he plays with them innocently, and can't find the feeling of getting along with the opposite sex.The expressions of her and her younger brother did not have that instinctive heaviness; because the family they belonged to did not have this heaviness; they were cheerful and lively without any worries, and they had lived so many years with ease, without a single scar on their hearts.Her family has a small yard in a crowded city, and there is an old oak tree in the middle of the yard.I love the oak tree so much, it is one of the most memorable things in her house. I used to hear some war stories when I was a child.Because they are related to my parents, I will never forget them after hearing them.War is leaden in my heart, terrible and mysterious.It was as if the war was a misunderstanding on another planet, brought home again by my loved ones.After I got married, I never imagined that I would continue to hear stories like this.This is what the parents-in-law said.I gradually realized that what they were talking about was another war. Originally, my father and grandfather participated in the same war as my parents-in-law and stood in the "same trench", but I heard a strange feeling, that is--my parents are the same The losers of this war, but the parents-in-law are the winners.How strange this is, but it is an iron fact.You see, after the war our family was in complete retreat and suffering, while their family enjoyed all the benefits of a victor: the car, the house, the sofa, and that old wronged oak... The party that is hostile to them should be a complete loser, right?Nor is it. Read books, newspapers, TV, and listen to the radio, and you will find that there are many winners among the losers!How entangled, how unbelievable... I have suffered for a long time because of this. I was thinking, is there a theorem in wars in any era, that is, before the war begins: the actual "winner" and "loser" are determined first?The basis for determination is only the bloodline and "family", the similarities and differences of the soul... By extension, not only in wars, even in peacetime, in peaceful times, in life and work, in all scenes and all times, the distinction between winners and losers follows the same principle... He stared blankly at his conclusion. I was shocked to discover that I, my mountain teachers, mentors, and others like us will always be "losers".We were determined long before we entered the fray.We are destined to be people with this identity - because there is always a need for a loser in life, and there is no victory without defeat, so we are defined as the loser. There is something even more tragic about our kind of people: never fear failure, always march towards that ending, persevere... Listen to the way your father-in-law talks about the war, you won't be able to stand it.He feels so good about himself.It seemed that he was a commander at the beginning of the war, and he knew things like a god.He absolutely does not have the mystery of war and the pain and sorrow that he should have. He grieves over specific deaths, but absolutely nothing about the entire war. War seemed to him a feast to be rushed to. I curse such feelings.Because in any case, tens of millions of people lost their blood in these battles, and a total of six to seven million families fell to the mountains and plains and died in the chaos of war.It can be seen that the tone in which the father-in-law talked about it was cruel.He announced it with the boldness of a victor, as if the victory of this war was all directed by him and his friends. In fact, to put it bluntly, he is just a follower.Because I found he had no faith. He could have gone with either side at first.He was just lucky enough to follow this side. I once said something similar to Meizi, but unexpectedly, it aroused her rare anger.This makes me somewhat regretful.I thus discovered a sensitive point of my wife.The strange thing is why is her sensitive point precisely here?After much deliberation, it is still a matter of blood.We have different blood, but have deep emotions. The world is intertwined like this, with thousands of threads. It takes courage for me to say these judgments, especially to you and Meizi.I had to risk losing it.But based on my belief, I dare say that although you may not agree with my judgment, you will not resent me for it. ＊＊＊ ... The fourth brother continued to look for the wolf very patiently.That beast is doomed to be chased in this life, because it happened to meet such an old man who will never forget. It is difficult for people not to forget.People tend to understand forgetting as the inability to remember an event; in fact, it refers more to an emotional state.A person who is deeply immersed in an emotion will never forget it.It's a pity that few people can grasp emotion. Emotion is like a summer cloud, which drifts very fast. Fourth brother is looking for enemies for our unfortunate and stubborn vineyard.There are too many enemies, and too few to capture a specific one that's worth a shot.This wolf came out just right.I was worried that there would be a murder case, and I wanted to persuade that when I met that guy, I could just break the wolf's claws... Fourth brother gave me a dark look, without saying yes or no. The couple are amazingly good at drumming.This is entirely the affection of the parents.Sometimes they even forget the girl's actual age, and treat her like a doll, picking her up every now and then, combing her hair and so on.The forehead always blushes when it is picked up, and sometimes struggles to break free... The couple treat Banhu like a child, but Bell treats it like a child, while the fourth brother treats it like a grown-up man.It is worth recording the soliloquies when the bell is alone with it: "You look at me so blinkingly, thinking I don't know what you did? You're mad at me, mad at me to death, and see who loves you. The old man is not as careful as I am. Your father is such a person. You have a headache. He doesn't know either. You don't know how to give in when you see chickens, are you still young? You play with them, and it doesn't matter how big your hands are slapped...I'm so mad, my mother ignores you..." And the fourth brother spoke with Banhu in a different tone: "I said, buddy, you have to calm down when you encounter things, and don't worry about it first. If you think about it this way, it will be a big difficulty, and we will pass it as soon as we grit our teeth... I When you have nothing to do, just smoke and think, think about the things of these years, the weird world, hey, whatever! If they are so stubborn, what can they do? Dude, don’t be afraid of anything, just stand up..." The spotted tiger listened intently, occasionally sticking out the tip of its tongue to lick the bridge of its nose. Its front paws were firmly pressed on the ground, its head held high, its ears pricked up, and its thick chest rose and fell slightly.I think there is a trace of melancholy flashing in these gray-blue eyes, followed by confidence and determination.It is a loyal companion in our vineyard, an integral part of all our joy and confidence. It also has an unusual relationship with the forehead.Since the accident, it has followed her almost every step of the way, unless she went back to the house to rest.The drum forehead and the spotted tiger sit together, which is really poetic and picturesque.She was next to it, her body pressed against each other.From time to time, the tiger touched her cheek with its wet long beak, and she always used her cheek to touch the tiger's hairy face.Her little hands hardly left the tiger's back, stroking and removing sticky grass stalks for it, and sometimes she muttered close to its ear, but no one could hear what she said.It's just that the tiger can be clearly seen smiling: its smile is so vivid! Gradually our garden has acquired ease and order, and is almost self-sufficient in everything. It was originally four thatched huts, but later a side room was added, so that there is not only a dining hall, but also a bathroom.We developed our own solar shower with a shower head twice the size of the usual model.We went in and out of the bathroom frequently, because the work was too heavy and too hot, and no one wanted to get mud and sweat on our bodies.The water heater had to be enlarged again and again, and the black drying panels and water tanks on the roof looked very comfortable.Drumhead always takes a bath alone, she never goes with the bell.The little girl was washed with hot water so that her long hair fell loose, her red face was dripping with water, and she was smiling when she came out. At this time, everyone can see that she has grown up, and the beauty that has always been hidden in the depths is now fully highlighted.Even ringing the bell, I couldn't help saying: "What a good girl, ah, how beautiful this girl is with her small mouth..." In addition to building bathrooms, we also raised two more dairy sheep, so that we can drink fresh milk for breakfast every day; we raised a few chickens in the first year in the vineyard, and now it has developed into a huge chicken flock.The long fence is covered with bean seedlings and pumpkin seedlings; in the corners of the garden, there are melons, watermelons, colorful cowpeas and red beans, as well as castor beans, sesame seeds, and sunflowers.In front of the hut is a large bush of canna and hollyhock—I like hollyhock so much, I remember there was a large field of hollyhock and chrysanthemum in front of my door when I was a child, and I sometimes hid in the hollyhock to play.I think its petals have an unearthly beauty... What do you think when you see such a picture?This is really not a myth, but our big family on the plains created it with our own hands.For a long time, I have been looking forward to such a destination, because I have been running for too long.I don't think that putting in a kind of diligent labor is an escape.Labor is sacred, I did nothing else but put in labor, which should be allowed for a human being.Of course, such an environment is especially conducive to my reflections and summaries, which any one should be allowed to do...you will agree. I seldom write songs, and I seldom read books.I blocked my vision as much as possible.This is not a negative either.I was looking for and approaching a new way of feeling and cognition, and felt its existence.I need some kind of power that is different from the past, and I need to draw on it.I find myself increasingly inseparable from the nourishment of the land. "Land" here is not only a kind of reality and concreteness, but also a kind of abstraction.To say it is specific means that it makes me so familiar and close. I can feel its warmth and moistness as soon as I stretch out my hand. It is a plain and a part of it. The juice moves the muscles it gives.To say it is abstract means that it grows stronger and extends infinitely, so that it is boundless and turns into vastness.I feel and comprehend in this boundless infinity; I walk into its midst and lose myself... Without its encouragement and nourishment, I will walk into a shallow loneliness; but in the midst of it, I can obtain a great loneliness.The latter kind of loneliness is something to be proud of, it is a watch and independence, it is a long-range shot piercing through the fog barrier of a thousand years with your eyes, it is a caress sitting in a corner-caressing the distant time and space... How can I not love my vineyard and plain?How can you not love my ocean, my cape of Dengzhou?How can I not love my current hut and the hut in my memory?How can you not love my suffering family and my lucky encounter?How can you not love the passionate lingering interweaving of my past and future? I am here watching and talking, hoping that there is a voice that reaches far away from you - you do not listen with your ears, but with your heart.Your vast space accommodates it, accommodates it, and it belongs to you.Maybe you are the only one in this world who can watch its steps, even though you belong to a foreign race——lovely beautiful eyes of a foreign race, I love you helplessly... …Fall is coming to an end.All the grapes are going to the press, and the day of turning into wine is coming.This is a somewhat mysterious month - the cold signal is sent out again and again, but the green leaves of the trees are getting thicker and thicker.Occasionally, a few dead leaves were driven by the wind and rubbed against the ground, making a chirping sound.The ants walked hurriedly and in groups of three or five on the hard-shelled soil.The cool breeze in late autumn blows slowly through the window lattice, making the last memory of maturity and abundance.A more or less desolate mood condenses like dew on the tips of the grass, glistening in the morning sun—the higher the sun rises, it evaporates, and everything is bright and warm again. In the gap between the two seasons, people play happily.In the unclear expectations, people want to give up, try to do something, but can't do it.The man smoked his pipe furiously, the woman folded her hands and smiled.The girl looks for a partner with a reserved look, while the young man restrains his previous aggressiveness.The old man was wandering around with a Maza, talking about last year, the year before last, as well as the fodder for the animals and his cotton clothes.The grasshopper's wings became redder, and it tried its best to fly higher, so that the sunlight from all over the world could illuminate its colorful feathers.How beautiful its wings are, you think: what creature doesn't have moments of beauty of its own? The earliest batch of dandelion seeds went away with the wind under the umbrella, and the last batch is also ready to go.The land took over and dismissed quietly, swept away a piece of green, and covered it with a layer of bright yellow.The juice of the berries dripped from the slits, attracting so many hungry flies and bees.The little fox with a gaping mouth approached with soft steps, and the little flies dispersed with a "buzzing".The little fox licked it with its pink tongue, and the slightly sour smell made it frown.But it still reluctantly enjoys the last drop of sweetness at the end of autumn. Someone drove the pigs and sheep to the untended fields, and it looked really black and white in the sun.Pigs are trying their best to plow through all kinds of land, and the hidden fruits always make it a little impatient.The sheep forage leisurely, bleating, which is pitiful and fragile.The sheep are light white clouds, while the pigs are heavy black clouds. There are also large pieces of green and red: the green ones are radish fields, and the red ones are hemp fields. The dots of green and red may be large thorns or clusters of Malan and wild flowers.Grasshoppers have come to the season of hard accompaniment, and what they like most is the coolness of the autumn frost.Only the sparrows are flying around, spreading rumors about the famine this winter.They are the most impatient creatures on the plain. They call rain when they hear the north wind, and predict hail when they see black clouds.The gray magpie sang, wandering in the empty vineyard, the singing could not hide the melancholy in my heart... Bai Hui, this is really a good time to feel and understand autumn, and to look forward to the wilderness. The hands and feet that have been busy for a season should be idle, on the contrary, the mind and heart should be tired. Almost every year in this season I have to write down some songs, just like every year in this season I have to prepare firewood for winter.Everyone in the garden - including the spotted tiger - is busy with its own business.They each have their own hobbies and ideas.At this time of the year, the fourth brother would always go to the fisherman on the beach frequently, at least in the evening, he would go to the old men who watch the fish shop, have a good chat, eat a bowl of fresh fish, and drink two cups of shochu.It is no longer possible now, because of the pollution of seawater, fishing shops have been withdrawn eastward without exception, and it will take more than half a day to find those old friends.But he still roamed the beach, followed by the spotted tiger.It's always late when you come back from the beach, and there's always a murmur from the ringing of the bell: "This old man must have found something to eat with the tiger. They're making a gang outside. Come on, let's have dinner first..." The fourth brother is holding a gun, but his hands are not empty: he is holding a bunch of mushrooms in his hand, and a bundle of day lilies in his right hand.These are a winter delicacy dried.Ring the bell and smile.In order to show that it is also very fruitful, the spotted tiger never has an empty mouth: either it holds a stick or a stone in its mouth, and it must be solemnly placed in the middle of the hut. Drumming and ringing bells are not only cooking and laundry, but also tailoring fabrics.They are always so fascinated by a piece of calico. They measure it with a ruler, look at it next to their bodies, and fold it up again, muttering and discussing.They also went into the forest to pick wild fruits to make honey sauce, peeled them patiently, and then boiled them with honey.From time to time, the hut exudes a strange smell of what they are doing, which reminds people of being in a busy and happy family. I always get a little panicky when everyone in the garden leaves and the sudden silence falls.At this time, I felt restless and went out of the room to look around.How much I need them, now I can't leave this group. In the distance, the spotted tiger seemed to be barking loudly. Listening carefully, it was another hallucination.But when I thought of the danger I encountered last time when I bulged my forehead, I became worried again.I hurried into the woods, looking for them and calling - I had repeatedly told them not to go far.But they disappeared without a trace. As a result, I walked for a long time before I saw two people with pine needles and grass clippings all over their heads and holding a lot of fruits in their hands.They show off their gains and smile openly, completely ignoring the dangers they may encounter.Anything can happen this year.The bell rang and said, "There is me, don't you know that there is me?" ...It took me a long time to settle down, and I sat in front of a large writing desk that belonged to me.This was built by the fourth brother Kidnap a few years ago with mud, and the outside was carefully pasted with kraft paper, making it look extremely bulky and solid.A small bookshelf next to it is also made of mud, and there are a few books on it.I could sit here for hours on end, into the night.Next to it, waiting for the cool night breeze to come, closing your eyes and listening to the sound of the increasing tide, you will feel that time is compressed into a thin slice, and you can pass through it effortlessly, returning to your distant childhood. Mysterious time, you walk in such a hurry, and you seem too ruthless and cruel to some beautiful creatures, such as life, such as life like flowers.You have no poetry, you are the all-swallowing desert.The four seasons are false, especially for middle-aged people.The four seasons are just playthings in the hands of children and colorful clothes on their bodies.We have bid farewell to our childhood, and we have already seen through this four-time-period trick that has remained unchanged for thousands of years...