Take a knife and pierce a few small holes in the cap of the mineral water bottle, you, to ensure that the few scorpions inside will not suffocate, hold the bottle and keep taking pictures, there is an urge to post the photo to the circle of friends, but unfortunately there is no net.

The sun had already hidden behind Helan Mountain, the sky and the earth were beginning to darken and blur, and it was time to start dinner. Fires are not allowed in the reserve, and if it gets dark and I light a bonfire, then I can see it a few kilometers away, and I am dead. Moreover, there are no trees in the vicinity, so there is no firewood to be found, so there is no plan to make a fire.

In the evening it was bread, a compressed biscuit, a chicken sausage, an apple, and that was enough, and at noon I ate so much that I was not very hungry until now.

Sitting on a small mountain bag, nibbling on bread, looking at the vast and silent world, this feeling is completely different from squeezing around in a crowded canteen, and looking at the whole world as if the whole world is mine, and I am suddenly full of pride. It feels as if instead of compressed biscuits, I'm nibbling on steak right now.

After eating, he swallowed melon seeds, and unscrupulously played Luo Dayou's songs on his mobile phone. Let this heaven and earth, all things, and even lonely souls and wild ghosts, feel the deep irony in Luo Dayou's lyrics, of course, his songs are not only satirical, but also have songs like "A Laugh in the Sea".

In fact, think about it, our school is a small river and lake, imprisoning countless people, many people want to come in, but many people in the school want to run out, the school is not necessarily heaven, and society is not necessarily a hell of all evil.

I am not a hero who cares about the world, nor am I an aspiring young man with great ambitions, I am not holding a long sword in my hand, just a mobile phone and melon seeds. Perhaps, when I was young, I also thought that when I grew up, I would go to the end of the world with a sword. But now, I'm obsessed with Summoner's Canyon and Call of Duty, where I'm smashing all corners and sprinting on the battlefield. Addicted to the virtual world, I don't want to face the reality that is not cruel.

How am I like this now, once upon a time, I also had ambitions, I had ideals. Looking back at the top of the mountain, the golden light glittering in the afterglow, I clenched my fists and thought to myself that I must go up and have a look. I now have the courage and ability to climb the peak, I just didn't do it, I just lacked motivation. And at this moment I decided:

The next time I come, I'll be on top of that mountain. Look down at all beings, look up at the starry sky, and feel the feeling of being at the top of the mountain. Why can't I just be a man who stands up to the sky?

The pride and ambition lasted for half an hour, and then slowly dissipated in the night sky.

Back in the tent, swap out the sweat-soaked T-shirt and put on a long-sleeved shirt and a jacket. I went back to the hill bag and took out my phone to watch two episodes of "Animal World".

Over the years, the "Animal World" documentary series has been with me since I was a child, and it has aroused my interest in natural sciences and my yearning for nature, so I chose biological sciences.

After watching the two episodes of Animal World, it was already half past eight o'clock, and the night had already shrouded the whole world, the sky was full of stars, and a bright moon hung vaguely in the east.

This is a scene that cannot be seen in schools and cities, there is not a single cloud in the sky, the whole sea of stars is so gorgeous, and the city of Yinchuan in the east is brightly lit, and the bright lights even compare the stars in the sky, this is the power of science and technology, blurring the boundary between black and white, as if the good and evil are also blurred.

I was looking for the Big Dipper, but for so many years, I didn't understand the 12 constellations, and I couldn't find the corresponding stars. I only know that I am a Sagittarius, but I don't recognize my personality as the horoscope says above, in my opinion, a person's personality development is only related to the growth environment, and it has nothing to do with the constellation.

The night in the wilderness is not as lively as I imagined, but it is not so dead and silent, in the vast Gobi, there are still some insect sounds from time to time, and now it is just May, which happens to be the season when most insects and animals are in estrus.

The sound of these insects is so small, if you don't listen carefully, you can't hear it at all, they are mixed with the whistling mountain wind, the wind is the loud song, they are just the casual accompaniment, the chorus, so easy to ignore, can not find this unique movement.

Listen, it seems to be the sound of the stove horse, I can hear the difference from the stove horse in the south, the sound seems to be more ethereal, of course, it may be caused by this empty wilderness, just like me, it seems that after arriving here, the voice seems to be much deeper.

Listening and listening, I slowly closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep: in the confusion, I fell into the swamp, struggling constantly, but I felt that I was so powerless, I couldn't climb out, but fell deeper and deeper, and felt cold all over.

I heard the sound of the wind whistling in my ears, and I woke up to find that I was lying directly on the air mattress, huddled together, tightly wrapped around the blanket draped over my body, and my feet were cold.

It's only about half past two in the morning, and it's the coldest time of the day, and the cold wind keeps blowing through the tents. I unzipped the tent, took back the socks that had been out and put them back on, poured out the contents of the backpack and put my feet in and tied them up again, so that I finally felt a little better.

The temperature in the field at night is still so low, the tent can't be insulated, I don't have a sleeping bag, the first half of the night is so beautiful and moving, and the second half of the night is so cruel and ruthless. Is this to tell me that nothing is beautiful?

I was shivering in a blanket all the time, and I couldn't sleep anymore, so I listened to the sound of the cold wind blowing against the tent. It would be nice if there was someone snuggling up to keep warm at this time, but I chose one person, and I had to face all this alone.

I took out the second pot head and drank two sips, the alcohol flowed through my throat, like a warm current, which made me feel a lot better, but this feeling did not last long, and I had to take another sip. I drank half a bottle at once, and I couldn't drink the rest anymore, and I had to keep the scorpion, so I had to carry it myself.

I began to think about the horrible things that I thought about, whether it was possible that there would be a pack of wolves running outside, and that there would be people or ghosts watching my tent, that there were many graves nearby, and that there might be a pair of huge eyes watching me in the mountains right now.

The sound of the wind whistling slowly is not only the sound of the wind anymore, but sometimes it becomes a cry. Sometimes laughter, sometimes the howl of wild beasts, so weird, so terrifying.

I kept telling myself that it was because of my cranky thoughts and lack of energy, which led to hallucinations and auditory hallucinations in my brain, and that I should not scare myself. While taking regular deep breaths, while thinking about something that makes me relax, slowly fall asleep, wake up cold, sleep again, wake up cold, and wake up cold, and so on and so on until half past five in the morning, the beginning of the day, I really can't stay up, so I put on my clothes, go to the hill to sit on the melon seeds, waiting to see the sunrise, this early morning is through the cold.

It's six o'clock, the sky is already bright, I don't see the sun rising, at half past six, I see the golden sun in the east, but I still don't see the sun, at seven o'clock I still don't see it outcropping, and at half past seven, is it really so shy?

At eight o'clock, I finally understood, it was foggy today, and it seemed to be accompanied by haze, what kind of luck was this? There was not much foggy weather in Yinchuan, just like rain, and it actually allowed me to catch up with the sunrise that I said.

I wanted to have breakfast in the tent, but as soon as I lay down on the air cushion, I fell asleep, and it seems that I really didn't sleep well last night, and it has been tormenting until now.