When I came back to my senses, I felt as if all my bones were broken, even my fingertips were out of my brain's control, and my breathing was weak, but my voice was so heavy that my eardrums ached. I straightened my back, opened my eyes and looked around, the beach was not yellow, but a strange white, with a gray and hazy shadow, extending into the distance a dim and miserable image illuminated by the slanting sun, and the distant and cold waves rolled near the shore, emitting a low roar, stirring back and forth between the reefs, as if to spy on the temper of the island, advancing and retreating, washing the colorful shells and round pebbles. Behind a high slope there was a faint flash of fiery red light, but it was completely engulfed in an instant. I secretly guessed: it was our plane! Really crashed!

Is this an island? There can't be any continents around here, this is not the Age of Discovery, which discovered the New World hundreds of years ago, and the world map will not allow us to find any new world again out of thin air. There are as many islands in the Pacific Ocean as there are pebbles on the side of the road, and there is a sea of stars, where am I? It's so desolate, and it doesn't look like Hawaii. Indeed, uninhabited islands still exist in abundance in this era. It occurred to me that there might be something strange on the island, escaping from the depths of the night. I think of "Treasure Island", "Two Years Vacation", "Dr. Morrow's Island", "Lord of the Flies", ......

The brain is so messy.

I looked up for solace in the faint sunlight that broke through the rain for the first time: it was a vast unharvested primeval forest, lush and green, stretching for several kilometres along the ridge to the north, separating the beach from the village below the cliffs with a rich verdant. The steep, rugged valley seems to arch out of a green forest ridge and is filled with rough granite and conglomerate, with the occasional hare and smaller rats and insects infesting the unknown red wildflowers. On the other hand, there are terrible swamps with no grass next to the long river on an island, where people's imagination of horror can be used to the extreme, such as imagining countless snakes twisted together.

Gradually, the pale yellow sunset at the junction of the sea and the sky was slowly restored to the sharp golden glow, pouring out an incomparably gorgeous halo, like the red face of a newborn baby, blooming with natural and holy beauty. The lush forests of the west are dyed red, like the primeval vegetation of Mars imagined by nineteenth-century science fiction writers. The sleek pebbles and fine sand resemble skin that has just been soaked in a hot bath, giving the illusion of elasticity. The soft, quiet feeling of falling on the soles of my feet made me go from losing my soul to being calm, forgetting my fear and sadness, as if an astronaut who had landed on the moon was walking in the void under the slightest gravitational constraint. Perhaps only in this way can the survivors of human history deeply appreciate the freedom of the primeval wildness to be released. In this materialistic and rapidly developing human society, freedom has long been abandoned far, far away, as if it was just an ancient myth that has been handed down, making people wonder if it really existed.

Suddenly, I felt that something was wrong, and then, I was really surprised: it was still the area where the sea and the sky met, and although the sun had broken free from the rainy night and released its brilliance powerfully, there always seemed to be a very unnatural film-like mist that shackled it, so that I could only feel its magnificent light and momentum, so that I could see the surrounding situation clearly, but it was difficult to really taste its heat, and it was almost mean to say that the mist was like a sifting silk, giving only the outline of the sun to my pupils. The apparent sunlight prevented me from getting any real warmth, and even a little cold.

I touched my body, and there were no injuries, just a few scratches, which can not but be said to be a miracle. But I couldn't be happier—where is this? If I live here all the time, am I dead or alive? No matter how beautiful its scenery is, it can never replace the convenient human society.

I scoured my clothes, but there was nothing but a few pieces of paper and a pen. I decided to climb the cliff and look down to see if there were any survivors of the plane's fall, otherwise I would not dare approach the plane for fear that it would explode twice or three times like on TV and kill people who tried to approach it.

After I climbed to the top of a cliff that was not very high, I could catch my breath before I was shocked again: there were more than 20 planes that could be seen under the cliff! There are also a lot of boats of all sizes. Not only are they different in style, some are as new as our airplanes, and some have been turned into a scary antique by plants.

Suddenly, I saw a strange flesh color in the overlapping rocks under the cliff, so I hurried over to look. In the process of running, I felt that there was nothing wrong with the muscle strain, I was able to survive intact, and it was this 1 in 100,000 probability that became a reality, and I couldn't help but praise God - this is my first praise, how lucky I am! I couldn't help but laugh out loud with an irrepressible excitement.

When I got closer, I saw clearly that it was "Tofu", of course she had her real name, but I couldn't say it, so I replaced it with a screen name. I noticed that she had a slight calf injury and was in a semi-comatose state, so I quickly shook her. Seeing that she was still unconscious, he turned her over in a hurry, turned her back to the sky, and then took a deep breath, and kept telling himself in his heart: I am saving people! Aimed at her mouth and poured it down, ah......!! I first came into contact with a woman's lips and how soft ......! It feels so good! I put aside these distractions, and a few times in a row, and then I strengthened my courage and squeezed her breasts hard. Her drenched clothes stuck to her body, and her beautiful curves were in full view. I didn't know what to do, my heart was beating wildly by the soft elasticity, but luckily she slowly came to her senses, otherwise I would have fainted.

This is the reality. Tofu didn't slap me away like on TV, and while she should be able to understand my behavior, she probably couldn't use any strength. When she saw her surroundings clearly and quickly understood the situation of the two of us, she couldn't help but burst into tears, but after all, she was injured and couldn't concentrate, and she wanted to cry out loud, but she couldn't.

I picked her up and said, "You wait here, I'll look for it again and see if there are any survivors......"

In addition to tofu, I eventually found three female colleagues: leeks, chili peppers, and noodles. They were all asleep, in different directions, the most seriously injured was "Chili", the middle finger and ring finger of her right hand were broken, and the pain was so comatose that I briefly bandaged her to prevent the wound from becoming infected, but in this isolated island without medical care, she could only be left disabled. In addition, the other passengers on the plane, including the rest of our colleagues from the neighboring departments, as well as the leader "grout bag", disappeared into the sea with the tail of the plane......

I've seen many stories of desert island survivors who have become self-reliant, but only if they always have something useful to carry from crashes and shipwrecks, and our planes have burned to the ground. Even if there are large animals on the island, we don't have any knives and guns to hunt, and if there are fierce meat eaters, we can't resist them. Once no one notices us for a long time, in the winter, our thin clothes will not be able to withstand the cold at all. We must leave before winter arrives! All we have to do now is to find drinking water, make improvised tools for hunting and self-defense, and quickly start building a big raft to get out to sea as soon as possible.

The four female colleagues all woke up one after another, but none of them were crying and frightened, but they all hugged their legs and leaned their chin on their knees in silence. I think maybe they, like me, have been occupied by happiness instead of pain, after all, we still have life!