Studied but cannot comprehend!

If there is no solution, it may be a solution.

There is no other way but to move forward!

Feng Sheng untied his backpack, unzipped it, took out a folding knife, and then put away his clothes, and at the same time, calmed his nervousness, stepped over the sharp stones on the ground, brandished a folding knife in his right hand, cut off some branches, and made a hard path, through countless bushes and thorns, and walked along the canyon.

The wind sounded like a monitor lizard trudging through a swamp, panting, heavy and staggering.

He stood on a black stone, wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, stretched out his folding knife, and brushed away the leaves of the bushes that stood in his sight, and he was amazed to find:

The front suddenly brightened up a lot, and the space suddenly opened up, beyond the cliff in front of you, the bottom of the hillside in the distance was a little green and yellow woods, and further up, the big trees were covered with ice and snow, and the ice hung overhanging, and the top of the mountain was covered with snow. The sound of the wind looked down at his feet, but there were countless small grasses that burrowed out of the ground and gave birth to tender green leaves.

Looking at the ice on the nearby cliffs, and then at the grass under his feet, he seemed to suddenly think of something, squatted on the ground, put his palm on the ground, and felt a slight heat in his palm.

"Geothermal, geothermal! There's geothermal here. The wind muttered to itself. Now he understands why in this canyon, it is as warm as spring, but beyond this, it is freezing and unusually cold. What he didn't understand was that this was obviously a plateau, and there shouldn't be geothermal heat, he shook his head, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

To his surprise, along the brown cliff on the left, a stream of water gurgled down with the sound of rushing water, and the spring water was cold and pure. Fengsheng took out the kettle, walked to the spring, and put it in the spring, and in a short time, the kettle was full of pots. He drank it to his heart's content, sweet and clear, perhaps too thirsty, and felt that it was the best spring water he had ever drunk.

The sound of the wind looked at the sky above, and because of the mountains and cliffs beside it, and the canopy of countless large trees on both sides of the canyon and at the bottom of the valley, everything was hazy, and the light and shadow were mottled and indistinct.

In front of him was a clearing, with green grass growing on the ground, and a few shrubs hanging with purple berries, which looked very attractive, and a large tree stood in the middle of the clearing, with a brown trunk about the thickness of two people's waists, covered with nodules, and the canopy of the tree was like a giant umbrella, covering the sky firmly.

The wind felt the familiar grunt of hunger in his stomach, and he walked towards the tree.

He walked to the huge root, placed his backpack on the ground, then sat down on the bulging root, opened the pack, took out some bread and biscuits, tore open the package, and drank the spring water while nibbling on the food.

After eating, he looked at the sky and tried to figure out the time, which was difficult, as if in this closed world, there was no concept of time. He took out his phone from his backpack and was disappointed that it had long since run out of power, so he had to put it back in his backpack. He touched his left wrist and remembered that the watch had fallen into the canyon.

The sunlight shines through the leaves into the canyon, creating dappled light and shadows on the ground, and in the light and shadow, several large ants are crawling, carrying food on their backs, like a team, climbing up the tree trunk from the ground.

After sitting for a while, a sense of sleepiness struck, and the pain in his body became more and more obvious, and the wind took out a thin gray blanket from his backpack, covered himself, leaned his back against the trunk of the tree, and his body was gradually wrapped in the warmth of the woolen blanket, and he quickly closed his eyes.

The sound of the wind in his sleep, as if he had not yet come out of his fright, his hands would shake from time to time under the thin blanket. His mind seemed to be in a state of chaos, and a large number of reminiscences randomly popped out of his mind and appeared in front of his eyes, like scenes of cinema, neither continuous nor irregular.

I don't know how long it tossed, the sound of the wind turned around, trying to soothe the pain in his shoulder, but he smelled a fishy smell in his nostrils, and heard a slight grinding sound in his ears, which ran down his eardrums and into the depths of his brain.

The sound of the wind tried to open his eyes, and the scene in front of him surprised him and made him scattered!