Adventures in Heaven (novel) Zhang Baotong

We rode forward, but the horses could barely run, but they were panting and jumping forward tiredly. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoI don't know how many meadows I walked through, I don't know how many woods I walked through, only to see a small sky blue lake shimmering like a mirror in a low-lying meadow. Uker said to me, "When we arrived, there was a family by the lake. "As soon as I heard this, I felt a sense of luck and an urge to recover from death. I think I'll be able to survive again.

Soon, a path led us to the lake. From here, you can see a farmhouse half-hidden in a grove of trees. Far away, a slender yellow dog barked and ran from the farmhouse, and the way it was jumping and bobbing its head and tail was not at all like it was trying to scare us away, but like a kind of closeness and curiosity about strangers. As the dog barked, a middle-aged woman came out of the house, and the cheerful and joyful look was like greeting a loved one.

I followed Uker to the farmhouse. Uker jumped off his horse and said to the woman, "The Han envoy Longhua has been bitten by a snake, please prepare medicine quickly." So saying, he helped me out of my horse. The yellow dog came at once, shook his head and tail at us, licked his tongue and rubbed his body, as if he was not close enough to us. However, I was upset and thought it was causing trouble, so I slapped it on the head with my hand. It screamed, and then flashed to the side in amusement.

I was helped into the house by Uker and lay down on the bed. At this time, a middle-aged man came to my bedside and thought about the head of the family. He lifted my trouser leg, looked at the swollen leg, and untied the cloth strap for me. I asked him how his injuries were. He said that it may have been a bite from a snake with a belly snake, which is more poisonous, but fortunately he came early and there was no danger. As soon as I heard this, my heart relaxed. But he said that my leg had been stuck for too long, and it was easy to cause blood stasis and muscle necrosis.

The peasant pasted a medicine that had been prepared in advance on my wound, and then asked me to drink the decoction that the woman had just boiled. Although the medicine was bitter, I drank it all in one go. After drinking the medicine, I felt half healed from the wound on my leg. At this time, the farmer said, "You can only be cured after drinking this medicine for three or five days." When Uker heard this, he relieved himself, asked the peasants to take good care of me, and then said to me, "I have entrusted you to my master, and you can rest in peace." I must hurry to the camp at once, lest the king be worried. So we said goodbye again and again.

After applying the medicine twice, the wound on the leg was noticeably better, but the redness and swelling had not completely subsided. I could only lie on the bed and rest quietly. The farmer changed my medicine once a day, and then I was busy outside in the field all day. Therefore, the decoction was made by the woman. The woman was very kind and welcoming, and when she was done with the work of the house, she loved to sit on the edge of the bed and talk with me. The most said is that she has a precious daughter, no son, and her husband is a well-known doctor in heaven, and he is afraid that no one will inherit his good skills in the future. I said that the craft could also be passed on to my daughter. And the woman said, "Is it the work of a woman to heal the sick?"

Since the practice of healing is only done by men, I really want to learn this craft from farmers. When the woman heard me say this, she was overjoyed and told me not to go back after I had recovered from my wounds, so that I might confess myself as a righteous son and study medicine with my father-in-law. In order not to disappoint the woman, I agreed. Sure enough, the woman regarded me as her own son, and she really liked me, and looked at me with that joy and love when she had nothing to do, as if looking at me was her great joy.

Two days later, I was able to get out of bed, but the redness on my legs hadn't subsided. I'm a person who can't stay in the house, and after staying in the house for a long time, I feel empty and irritable. I haven't been out for a few days, and this morning, as soon as I went out, I felt that the sun outside was extraordinarily bright, and the mood of the people was unusually bright.

The master carried a very large and heavy stone nest in front of the door, washed it with clean water, and then poured the boiled yam into the nest and smashed it with a long wooden hammer. The artichoke is the kind of artichoke that the people of Xi'an call are, but it is smaller than the artichoke over there, just the size of a ping pong ball, but the taste is extraordinarily fresh and pure, extraordinarily fragrant. The taro was smashed into a paste by the peasants with a wooden hammer, and then, a small bowl was filled with a spoon, and some home-grown honey was added for me to eat. After eating two small bowls in a row, my stomach felt a little swollen.

After eating, I wanted to go to the lake for a bit of activity and take a look at the scenery. The lake is only about 200 meters away from the house. Walking to the lake, a cool morning breeze with the smell of pine forests came to my face. As far as the eye can see, a pool of clear water is immersed in the verdant green wilderness. Under the morning light, the air is fresh and transparent, warm as spring. The small lake is not too big, about two kilometers long from east to west, and one and a half kilometers wide from north to south. The water of the lake is clear and pure, reflecting the blue sky, the morning breeze blows, and the microwave ripples. On the north side of the lake is a meadow with small yellow, purple and white flowers. To the south of the lake is a high-sloped hill covered by lush pine forests.

I walked slowly along the grassy path on the north side of the small lake, and the scenery of the mountains under the wind and the beautiful sun made me feel that there was a moving song flowing like the sun in the depths of my soul in this dream-like immersion, and then an unforgettable nostalgia began to sprout in the depths of my memory. That kind of childhood and love like a dream, the sunny spring rain like the past and old love are like a kind and beautiful fairy tale in my heart.

Looking back, I always felt that college life was boring at that time, and I always dreamed of being like Henry one day. DAI Wei. Thoreau lived by a small lake like Walden, thinking and living freely, watching the sunrise and sunset, the clouds rolling up, strolling by the lake in silence and solitude. And now, I'm walking on the edge of this little lake that is as quiet as Walden, and the scenery of the lake is like a fairyland. However, I can't help but think back to the kind of life that was once regarded as boring and ordinary, and I feel that the ordinary life scene is full of preciousness and family affection, which makes people have a kind of nostalgia and yearning that they can't dream of. I think if I had to choose between the dullness of the past and the wonderland of my dreams now, I would definitely choose the former without hesitation.

In a meadow with small purple, yellow and white flowers, I sat down and looked up at the scenery of the lake area, and my thoughts continued to fly away in the smoke of the old days, and the loneliness and sadness did not feel pervasive in my heart. At this moment, a young woman walked from the side of the lakeside path, wearing a moon-white silk dress and carrying a small basket, and walked in a fluttering posture. I knew that this was the daughter of Lang Zhong and the woman. She had just returned from a distant relative's house.

Perhaps because of the appearance of this beautiful woman, everything in front of her suddenly became much brighter, and there seemed to be a bright aura of elves among the green mountains and green waters. I looked at her affectionately, her slender body and the moon-white dress flickered in the background of the lake area like a plain colored light as she moved, becoming the bright focus of the lake and mountains. I don't know if it was because of the mood at this time, or the loneliness of being in a foreign land, a strong feeling of affection and longing for young women bewitched me and drove me.

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