Adventures in Heaven (novel) Zhang Baotong

Ten Happy Islands

Without Gna, life is bleak and long. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoYou can still practice swordsmanship, fishing, and cruising during the day, but at night it is tossing and turning, and the night is long. The unsupported soul seems to be accompanied by only a lonely shadow, and loneliness and loneliness make me homesick day by day, and I am haggard in my dreams. I am not a citizen of Heaven, so my heart will not take root here. However, at this time, the autumn breeze is cool, the leaves are withered and the flowers are remnant, presumably the Tibetan Plateau beyond the ice peaks and snow-capped mountains is already cold and the river water is cold, which has cut off my thoughts of escaping and returning.

Maybe it was because I was bored, or maybe I couldn't keep my mind at ease, but one day, I suddenly had evil thoughts and wanted to take an adventure on the island of pleasure. I knew that going to the island without permission was a heavy death sentence, and that the prisoners and patients who were taken to the island had never returned. Some people say that those who go to the island do not want to return because they are happy, and some people say that those who are escorted to the island are happy because they have no face to return to see their fellow villagers and elders, but no matter what kind of rumors, there must be their incomprehensible mysteries. In addition, the misery and pity of that pink and delicate little woman also tugged at my heart from time to time.

With my mind set up, I walked along the riverside path, carefully calculating my actions and plans. It takes about half an hour to reach the wide lake behind the palace, and it takes at least twenty or thirty minutes to paddle from the lake to the island on the opposite bank. When I returned to the house from the edge of the ice lake, I began to fry some ice fish for myself, boiled some yake, sharpened a firewood knife, and wrapped it in a cloth bag, so that I would not notice it when I returned to the house. In the evening, I looked at the sky again, and saw the stars twinkling in the dark blue sky, and the moonlight was very bright, so I went to bed early.

When I was about to make a three-watch watch, I secretly got out of bed with my clothes in my arms and went out silently with the cloth bag. When you come to the river, the boat stops at the river. When I got on the boat, I untied the rope and let the boat go down the river. The moon is starry, the river is clear, but the water vapor and river breeze at night are a little cool. So I cut a piece of rope with a wood knife and tied it around my waist to keep it warm.

The boat went down the river and soon came to the edge of the icy lake. At this time, the morning star is sparse, the mist is rising, and a faint white light flashes in the east, indicating that the sky is about to shine. I knew that as soon as it was light, the lake would be full of palace guards. Therefore, I had to row the boat to the back of the island before it was dark. So, I began to accelerate the paddle hard and row the boat straight towards the island.

A morning breeze blew, and the fog began to drift away with the wind, and the sky began to light little by little. The island on the opposite side reveals a vague outline from the dense darkness, if it is eerie, if it is mysterious. The closer you get to the middle of the lake, the stronger the wind and the colder it gets. I was still wearing a thin shirt, and I was a little intolerant of the cold morning breeze. I paddled hard to get myself the heat to dispel the cold.

As we approached the center of the lake, the wind was stronger, and the waves were so undulating that it was almost unsteady to stand, and it took a lot of effort to paddle the boat forward a little. Due to the cold wind, my stomach began to ache dullly. It was only then that I understood why the palace guards had taken the men to the island at noon. Maybe it's the middle of the day, not only is the temperature higher, but the wind and waves are lighter. But what worries me most is that the sky is about to dawn, the morning fog is about to blow away, and if I don't row to the side of the island as soon as possible, I will be spotted by the palace guards. At that time, not only will the plan to visit the island fall through, but you may also be sentenced to a heavy prison sentence.

I paddled as hard as I could, toward the side of the island. Finally, before the sun lit up the lake, I rowed the boat to a hidden spot on the west side of the island. Because of the leeward, the boat felt much lighter. I paddled the boat to my breath and looked for a landing place along the cliff side of the island. After walking a short distance, you will see a river valley more than ten meters wide open on the edge of a steep cliff, stretching out into the depths of the island in a zigzag way.

By this time the sun had risen, but the valley was eerie and unfathomable. On both sides of the river, there are many strange peaks, strange rocks are hideous, the grass and trees are forested, the flying vultures are circling, the wild scenery is wild, and it is eerie and terrifying. I lifted my soul and courage, opened my eyes and looked around, put away the firewood knife, and quietly marched into the valley. After passing through several bends obscured by strange rocky peaks, the river valley suddenly calmed down, and was gently illuminated by the brilliant golden light, without wind and fog, and warm as spring. Through the trees on the shore, I saw that the vegetation in the island was dense and silent.

The river valley came to an end in a dense forest on the island. I looked at the shore for a while, and then I went up to the shore and tied the boat to a tree by the river. Filled with fear, I looked carefully around me as I went, and turned and ran toward the boat as soon as I saw danger. For fear of getting lost in the woods, I made a rough estimate of the position of the boat and the angle of a high cliff top in front of me, so that I could find the boat accurately at all times.

The sun shines gently on the island, and flocks of birds fly over and land in a forest, chirping in a crisp and crisp voice. In the forest of fallen birds, a hot spring gushed out, emitting a steaming heat, and flowed down the deep ditch. I hadn't taken a few steps down, but I saw three or five of the same hot springs gurgling and gurgling, merging with the hot springs just now. I went to the left because the road in front of me was blocked by hot springs, but immediately a hot spring flowed from the side and stopped me. I turned around and walked to the right, but the forest on the right was filled with a thick heat, and I couldn't see anything clearly, except for the terrifying sound of whirring water. I had to walk back to get around the hot spring on the left.

Bypassing the hot springs on the left, I continued to walk up the slope, but I saw that many hot springs converged into a small river and slowly flowed through a dazzling meadow, and then entered a forest, where the hot steam drifted leisurely under the blue sky along the breeze, and there was a slight damp feeling on my face. I walked along the flat grass towards the center of the island. Walking through the meadow, a forest stood in the way. A gentle breeze blows from the forest, and it seems to have a strong fresh fragrance. I curiously walked to the edge of the forest, looked inside, but saw that the forest was full of huge bright red persimmons, extremely attractive, not to mention a bite, just a glance, it made people greedy.

I went into the forest full of joy, and I went to climb trees and pick fruits. At this time, there was a burst of unbridled laughter from a woman in the forest. I quickly hid myself and quietly walked deeper into the woods to watch. After a while, I saw five or six women in bewitching clothes carrying small baskets and picking fresh peaches in the clearing in the forest. They talk and laugh freely and debauched, as if shame is something to be happy about. I know that they are all prisoners or damp patients who have been banished to the island, and perhaps it is the hopeless life and laissez-faire conditions that have infected them with some bad habits.

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