Chapter 51 8 of Hearts... We don't know whether to laugh or cry in the face of such a wonderful miracle...

I stood up and walked out of the cabin, staggering as all the goodness of the world was scurrying through my body right now.The sweetness of strawberry ice cream flows over my left shoulder; the mixed aroma of red raisins and lemon hits my right knee.Thousands of tastes are constantly and rapidly chasing each other in my body, and I really can't identify them one by one. At this moment, an unknown number of people in the world are eating—tasting thousands of different flavors, and I seem to be at every table at the same time, sharing the delicacies on their tables. I wandered into the woods on the hillside behind the house.The delicacy of the world gradually faded away in me; I began to have a new feeling for the world, and this feeling will always remain in my heart.

I turned my head and looked at the village at the foot of the mountain; for the first time in my life, I found that the world was so magical.I couldn't help but wonder: How could human beings be on this planet? I was experiencing a whole new world, but, in fact, this world had existed since I was a child and had been unfolding before my eyes.All these years I have been in deep sleep; my life so far on Earth has been nothing more than a long hibernation. Now that I'm awake and alive, I feel like I'm energized.For the first time in my life, I truly felt what it was like to be a human being.At the same time, I also realized that if I continued to drink the magic drink, this feeling would gradually dissipate and eventually disappear completely.Tasting this world should be enough, otherwise you will be swallowed by it and become one with it.At that time, I would no longer have any sense of existence.I will become a tomato or a plum tree.

While I was resting on a stump, a roe deer appeared among the trees.There was nothing unusual about the sight; wild animals haunted the woods on the hill above the village of Dulph.But I had never noticed before that an animal was a living miracle.Of course, I had seen roe deer before, and saw them almost every day, but it never occurred to me that each roe represented an unfathomable mystery in the universe.Now I've finally figured out the crux of the matter—I've never bothered to appreciate the mysteries of wild animals, because I see them so often. The same is true of our attitude towards other things, even towards the whole world.

As children, we have the ability to experience the world around us, and then, as we grow older, we become accustomed to it.To grow up is to indulge in sensory experience. Now I finally understand what's wrong with the gnomes on the Magic Isle.They are incapable of experiencing the deepest mysteries of life.Maybe, that's because they've never been children.To make up for this shortcoming, they drink desperately the very powerful drink - rainbow soda, only to be swallowed by the world around them one by one.Now I realize that it really took a lot of will and courage for Floyd and the clown to abandon rainbow soda.

The roe deer stood among the trees, staring at me quietly, and ran away after a while.There was a deep silence all over the wood,' and then a nightingale began to sing.It is truly a miracle that such a tiny body can produce such complicated and beautiful music. I thought to myself: This world is a wonderful miracle; facing it, we really don't know whether we should be moved to cry or excited to laugh.Maybe, we should cry and laugh, although it is not easy. I suddenly thought of a farmer's wife in the village.She was only seventeen, but one day she walked into the bakery with a two or three week old girl.I have never liked children very much, but when I looked into the baby basket, I found that there was a sparkle in the eyes of this little girl, full of curiosity about the world around her.I didn't think about it any more, but now sitting on a stake in the woods, listening to the nightingale singing, looking at the bright sunshine on the field across the valley, it suddenly occurred to me that if this girl could talk, she would definitely Will tell us how wonderful this world is.At the bakery that day, out of politeness, I congratulated the young mother on the birth of a daughter, but in fact it was the doll that I should really congratulate.When every baby is born and becomes a new citizen of the world, we should bow down and congratulate him or her: "Little friend, welcome to this world! It is a great blessing to be able to walk in the world."

I sat in the woods and thought: Human beings are so sad that they gradually become accustomed to such a magical and wonderful life.After growing up, suddenly one day we take "survival" as a matter of course and stop thinking about it until we are ready to leave this world. At this time, I felt a strong taste of strawberries welling up in my chest.It's delicious, of course, but it's also so strong and rich that it almost makes me gag.I don't need anyone's advice to give up rainbow soda myself.I've come to the realization that in the woods I live on wild berries, with roe deer and nightingales for company, I have no need in this life.

While I was sitting in the woods thinking, I suddenly heard the rustling of the branches beside me.Looking up, I saw a dwarf poking his head out of the trees, peering at me. It turned out to be the clown j. My heart skipped a beat. He took two or three steps forward, and at a distance of about ten meters, he stuck out his tongue to me and licked his lips: "It's delicious! It's delicious! It looks like you've already had that bottle of sweet drink? It's delicious! Good! drink] clown I've tasted that." I've just heard Albert tell the story of Magic Island, so I'm not intimidated.The shock of seeing the clown for the first time dissipated quickly.It felt like we belonged in the same category—I was also the buffoon in a deck of cards.

I got up from the stump and walked over to him.What he was wearing was no longer the purple clown suit with bells, but a brown suit with black stripes. I held out a hand to him: "I know who you are." He shook my hand.Then I heard a slight jingle.Turns out, he just put on a suit over the clown suit.His hands were as cool as morning dew. "It is a great honor to shake hands with soldiers from the Northlands," said the Joker.He smiled slyly, showing two rows of small pearly teeth. Then he added, "Now it's Jack's turn. Happy birthday to you, brother!" "Today...today is not my birthday." I stammered.

"Hush—" the clown stopped me. "One birth is not enough. Last night, the young man taken in by the old baker was born again. I saw the clown, so I came here today to congratulate him and say happy birthday." His voice was high-pitched and thin, and he spoke like a talking doll.I let go of his hand and said, "I...I've heard...everything about you and Frod and the dwarves..." "Of course," said the Joker. "Because today is 'Jarle Day' on the Magic Isle calendar, ah, lad. A whole new cycle begins tomorrow. The next Harlequin Day will not come until fifty-two years from now. By then, the North The little boy from the kingdom has already grown up; however, before that day, he will come to the village of Dulf. Fortunately, someone gave him a magnifying glass during the journey. I said, clown, that is a Fantastic magnifying glass, made of the finest diamond glass. When the old goldfish bowl is broken, you can put things in your pocket. You're smart, buffoon boy, but I gotta tell you, this Jack You have to take on the toughest task."

The clown babbled on and on, but I couldn't understand what he was saying.He leaned close to me and whispered, "Remember, write the Flood Poker story in a little book and stuff that book into a bun, 'cause 'goldfish don't reveal the island's secrets, But the bun book will'. That's what the clown said to me. Enough!" "But . . . the story of Floyd's playing cards is too long to fit in a bun." I demurred. The clown laughed loudly: "Boy, it depends on how big your bun is, or how small this book is." "The story of Magic Island . . . and other things . . . is so long that it must be a large book," I demurred again.We'll have to make a super loaf to hold the book.

The clown gave me a sly look: "You can't be so arbitrary? That's a bad habit, that's what the clown said. Make the words in the book smaller, so you don't need such a big bread." No matter how small the writing is, it cannot be so small. I still insist on my own opinion.Even if someone wrote this small print book, no one would read it. "Don't babble, just write! That's what the clown said. You might as well make a rough draft, and when the time is right, write it into a small book. Then, anyone with a magnifying glass will be able to read it." I looked up and looked across the valley.The golden morning light has sprinkled on the whole village. Looking back, I saw that the clown had gone.I looked around, but there was no sign of the clown.This little dwarf haunted the woods, his steps were as light as a roe deer, and he came and went without a trace. I dragged my tired body and walked back to the cabin.On the way, when I was about to step on a rock, a strong smell of cherries rushed to my left leg and almost made me fall. I think of my friends in the village.If they knew this, what would they think in their hearts?Tonight they would meet again at the Walder Horse Tavern, as they always did.You have to find something to talk about while drinking, and the most readily available topic is the old man who lives alone in a small wooden house in the mountains.In the minds of the villagers, he is a strange old man with a slightly abnormal nerve.The villagers don't know that they themselves belong to one of the greatest secrets in the universe, and this secret exists around them, but they turn a blind eye to it and are blind.Maybe, Albert really has a big secret, but the biggest secret in the world is our world. I know that from now on I will never drink at the Waldermart again.I also know that one day I will become the object of gossip by the villagers.In a few years, I'll be the only buffoon in the village. Back at the cabin, I threw myself on the bed and fell asleep, not waking up until evening.