The next morning, I took out the summer vacation homework booklet that had been shelved for a long time, and I was still afraid of my mother. pretending to flip through the summer vacation homework book, mostly reading some small stories and illustrations. Some of the questions are simple and interesting, write and fill in, and a book will quickly turn to the end page. Then I went back and turned it back, and my mother didn't know what it was like when I was doing my homework. Seeing that I was writing, I didn't say anything, and besides, my mother couldn't read, and she didn't know what was in the book. I was also perfunctory to my mother.

It's boring, what's more boring than doing homework during the holidays, perfunctory parents pretending to do homework. I looked through it in the morning, and it felt like it was almost okay to make a difference, and that's it. After eating at noon, after saying goodbye to my mother, I hurried out. The thunderous situation is for fear that the mother will change her mind and make any new requests.

Go straight south out of the house, still thinking about the little stream. Going out to the door of the house, inside and outside the door are two moods, the difference between freedom and restraint. There is no frame on the body, the feeling of releasing the cage and releasing oneself makes the body feel a lot easier, and the steps are faster.

By the stream, the water was murmuring, and I remembered the idea I had last night and walked along the stream. A person doesn't have to care about other people's opinions, doesn't have to care about other people's feelings, doesn't need to persuade, and doesn't have to quarrel. With the sound of the stream flowing, I walked down the stream. The footsteps are also light, and the sound of flowing water is also pleasant, looking at the weeds in and around the stream, and when they pass by, they stroke with their hands, and they are supple. Suddenly, you can hear the sounds of people coming from the town and the sound of cars passing by. The creek is sometimes narrow and sometimes wide, far and sometimes close to the foot of the mountain, and sometimes the road is next to the stream, and when it is not next to the stream, it is possible to walk through the grass and go around it if it is not. The soil at the foot of the mountain is mixed with gravel, so if you step on it, you will slide down. Sometimes there are fish swimming in the stream, and the dirty strips of floc produced by life do not feel so dirty at this time.

As I walked, I passed the pond and came to the north-south road where I used to go to school. The road crosses a creek, and there is a bridge on the stream, and the ditch under the bridge is a little deeper, and the water is much deeper than in other places. When I got on the bridge and looked down, the place where the creek began to flow gradually turned into a deep ditch, and I guess I passed through the mining area to the west. The north-south road leads to the south, and the stream deepens through the ravine, making my eyes look towards the way up the mountain. The road starts wide and gets narrower and thinner as you go up.

Why climb the mountain, because the mountain is there. I have lived in a cave at the foot of this mountain for so long, and I don't think I have yet to go to the top of the mountain. The road is under your feet, and your steps follow your thoughts. The middle of the road was trampled on, and the side of the road was full of gravel, and I didn't walk in the middle of the road, but on both sides of the road, the gravel rested on the soles of my feet, and it creaked when I walked, which felt very comfortable. There is a cave on the side of the road, and I remember that Yan Xiaoli, who is at my same table, lives there, and I don't know what she is doing now. Walking up, looking back, three or two people in the cave courtyard were washing things, and they could see very clearly. The further up you go, the stronger the wind gets. You can clearly see the ravines below, with thorns growing on the left and right clusters, and sour dates on the thorns.

Halfway up the mountain, the place became empty, and there was a large platform. Upward, the road is already absent, and it can be seen that few pedestrians go up, only from the very thin traces among the grass, it can be seen that there are still people walking up the mountain. I looked down the hill and saw that the town was not wide or very large, and I realized that the cave where I used to live was not very far from where I live now. I couldn't help but look at the row of caves in the place where I used to live, and it seemed like I hadn't been back since I moved out.

After a short rest, I continued to climb the path among the grass, which became much steeper, and in some places I had to pedal to get up. In fact, the above paragraph is not as high as you think, but it is steep. The grass grew taller on top, and at the top of the hill it was taller than me, and the wind was stronger, with a whirring sound.

When I calmed down, I found that there was no sound on the mountain except the sound of the wind blowing the grass, and the weeds were swaying with the mountain wind. There are some round mounds on the mountain, which look like a mound, and they will be avoided from afar. There is a wide road on that side of the mountain, and you can drive it. There should be a mine under the mountain, and you can see some square coal washing ponds. My father once said that the coal washing pond is a very dangerous place, and people will slowly sink into it, and they will not be able to climb up at all, and in the end they will be suffocated to death by the coal slime. He also said that there was a place where someone accidentally fell by the coal washing pond, and no one knew about it after they fell into it, and it was not found until the coal inside was brought out, which was miserable.

I tend to stay away from such dangerous places. The view from the top of the mountain is very open, and the top of the mountain is not a sharp top like the one at the foot of the mountain, on the contrary, the top of the mountain is quite wide, and there is a path walked by people in the middle. You can see the towering Huo Mountain in the east, stretching north and south without knowing the end, and you can also see that there is a tower on the mountainside of Huo Mountain, which is quite clear. I wonder if I could let my father take it with me that day. The mountains to the south are continuous, and unlike the mountains at my feet and the mountains north of the town, there are many trees in the mountains, and the vegetation is very dense from a distance. Although there is a lot of vegetation on the mountain at the foot, most of it is thorns and weeds, and there are stones all over the mountain. Not to mention the mountains to the north, where the sun shines brightly and glows with an earthy yellow glow.

Walking among the weeds, there was a whistling sound, and it did seem more and more silent and desolate. I wanted to go down to have a look, but I was scared, so I only walked on the path at the top of the mountain, and I didn't dare to go too far. Time has slowed down, and it hasn't been long on it, but it has been a long time. I'd better go down the hill and go back, I said to myself. The body and mind are cold on it, and the eyes are looking around, always afraid that something or someone will come out.

Didn't stay long, went back the way you came. It's much faster to descend than up. Even if you jump from a height in some places, you can't break it, and the path becomes much shorter. When I walked halfway up the mountain, there was a bustling sound at the bottom of the mountain, and my footsteps slowed down. Going down, the road became a little slippery, and if you didn't pay attention to your feet, you would slip and your body would be a little out of control. But it doesn't bother me, it's better to walk on the grass next to me as much as possible.

It should have been half an afternoon after descending the mountain, and I didn't continue to play at the creek, and walked back to the town along the main road. A place with people doesn't feel the same as a place with no people. In the crowd, even though everyone didn't know me, I still had a sense of integration.