Du Ruo flowers bloom, the loneliness in the mountains, the sunshine and the mountain atmosphere are so bright. On the side of the forest spring, I was lonely and speechless with a heavy book bag, and the old man who was herding cattle talked with me. He said that there is a kind of flower and plant in this mountain called "Du Ruo", the flowers are poisonous, but they are weak, which is the same as you, although a little ruthless, but often lonely and shed tears.

These words touched my heart, and with tears in my eyes, I made a random excuse, shrugged the book on my shoulder, and walked away from him. Walking through the rushing water of the river into the mountains, I don't care that the river stains my cloth shoes, and laments that I am so sad at a young age, and my sadness seems to be cut off from this world. Closing the door of my heart, I unloaded the book bag made of bamboo and grass alone, and I used the clear river water with the smell of grass to comb my black and shiny hair. Living in a mountain village for a long time, this black hair has been very long. The birds chirped loudly among the trees, and I wonder if they also pity me as the villagers do.

Carrying my book bag and continuing to walk in the mountains to collect medicine, it was too hard to lie on the soft slopes of the grass and blow the wind and sleep a little, I would like to live here forever, even if it is to wait for 1,700 years. My young face was flushed with a charming flush, how touching and youthful this flush was. Looking at the world under the mountain, my heart is ready to move again, forget it, if it shouldn't be your own, don't pursue it hard, there is no need to prove something to the world, don't care about fairness or unfairness. The sun shines on my gentle body, there is a wonderful feeling of warmth, between the thighs *inside* overflowing, there is a feeling of excitement, it can't be sex*, right?

As the clouds drifted in the twilight, and the birds flew to their nests after a day's toil, my grandmother once told me, "You should come home before dark, and when the cattle herds return, you should go down the mountain." "I have a feeling of reluctance, in the sunset, I picked up my book bag and walked on the long green grass on the hillside to run down the mountain, and the strange and familiar deep mountain forest road could only hear my footsteps stepping on the loess.

In the lake in the mountains, the clear water and blue shadows, I think it must be full of cold, even in the summer dusk. The cattle drank heartily beside the lake, and at this moment, they seemed to be satisfied. The old people who herd the cattle "ah, ah" kept greeting their own ploughing cattle. The women who herd the cattle are taunting each other by the lake with cloth bags on their shoulders, they don't have too many life pursuits in their lives, and naturally they don't have to be as busy as me, three meals a day, even if they eat dumplings at noon during the festival, it is already a great satisfaction.

I shrugged my heavy book bag and walked with them to the village down the mountain after drinking the clean water of the lake, and on the way home, few people spoke with me, and I was alienated from them, I was not from this place after all, and I was not the same kind of laborer as them. I am a scholar, I am a scholar, reading and writing books is a task that I can never finish in my life.

In the dead of night, every household was watching TV, and only me, the only person in the village who was reading, was still reading under the yellow light of the candles. A cold wind blew through the door, extinguishing the already dim candlelight, and I leaned on the red and precious desk and looked up at the window, and could see the bright moon and the small stars in the east. I think a lot, a lot, no one is my company, I have to be a scholar for at least another ten years, after all, I have to study hard for ten years. Why is there always so much sadness in my heart? In the moonlight, my slender hand caressed the paper full of words and the red desktop, and I smiled softly, with a slight sense of happiness and a faint sense of satisfaction.

Let me fall asleep and sleep forever in this small mountain village......