Volcanoes, as the name suggests, are mountains that are on fire, mountains that burn.

On a beautiful and charming island, there happens to be a sleeping volcano. Sleeping volcanoes? It's a volcano that's still sleeping, not waking up, not erupting, not flowing out of high-temperature magma. Unlike an extinct volcano, it is alive.

Although the volcano is asleep, it is active underground. The active magma is looking for an exit everywhere, and everywhere it goes, there is no grass.

No matter how hot the temperature of the magma is, there is also a time when it cools down, because it will always transfer heat to the surroundings, turning the rocks that are not magma into magma, and over time, its small group will continue to expand, but its influence is constantly weakening, and the temperature of those edge magma is no longer enough to melt the rocks around them, and they will slowly be assimilated by the rocks around them and turn back into rocks.

There are lives and deaths, countless reincarnations, no matter how much the magma struggles, it can't find a suitable route.

The sun and the moon rise and fall, the sea becomes mulberry fields, small islands become big islands, big islands become small islands, small islands sink underwater, ups and downs, and time flies.

On this day, a special guest was welcomed, and it was a human being. It was a tourist, a mountaineer, an explorer. He was probably in his sixties, wearing a straw hat, carrying a large backpack, and carrying a cane made of tree branches, and climbed step by step to the top of the mountain.

Every few steps, the old man would stop and take a break, taking in his position and the green scenery around him. No human had ever set foot here before he arrived, and it could be said that he was the first human to set foot on this small island. As for whether he was the first to discover the island, it is not known, after all, the exact location of the island has been indicated on the world map.

When night came, the surrounding was the sound of the exchange of animals that haunted the night, it was very lively, and the tent that the old man had finally set up was dragged away by a group of naughty monkeys, and he couldn't find it with a flashlight. Fortunately, the food and drink were still there, and the old man found a high place, which was a natural cave, which was dark and looked very deep, and the ground was overgrown with weeds, and there were long and thick vines at the entrance of the cave. The weeds at the entrance of the cave are a natural cover, and the vines inside need to be removed. The old man took out a knife, cut the vines little by little, and then piled the vines at the entrance of the cave, walked around for a long time, collected some dead grass, and spread it in the hole, which was like a bed.

The old man rarely spends the night in the wilderness, and there is no one around to take care of him, so he has to do everything himself. There are not many dead branches and leaves around the entrance of the cave, and it is not easy to make a fire, but fortunately I brought a lighter out, otherwise I would have to stage drilling wood for fire.

There is a tall black shadow in the distance, sitting between heaven and earth, that is the old man's goal, he wants to climb to the top of that mountain, so he must rest well tonight, recuperate, recover his strength, and set off early tomorrow morning.

After lying down. The old man wanted to fall asleep quickly, but the sound of insects outside the cave, the cries of monkeys, the chorus of various birds, and so on, were countless.

This natural sound is the most hypnotic, something that humans have long forgotten for thousands of years since they evolved.

After just a few deep breaths, the old man fell asleep to the sound of beautiful natural music. In his dream, he dreamed that he was standing on a high podium, and the audience cheered for him with their hands raised, and he raised the trophy high, kissed it vigorously, and laughed.

The entrance to the cave was oriented to the south, and by the time the sun rose, it was already lit up. After the old man woke up, according to his usual habits, he would wash his face and brush his teeth, but now he has not found a water source, and in the wilderness, water is a very important thing, and it must not be wasted.

After a brief bite and a sip of water, the old man cleaned up the hole and set off.

The old man was in good spirits, but the volcano was still asleep, and there was no sign of an eruption.

The old man climbed along the ridge over the high slopes, crossed the small ditches, his nails were already stuffed with dirt and moss, his face was full of sweat, on the one hand, the physical exertion was huge, and on the other hand, the temperature around him was rising, not from the sun, but from the heat from the underground magma through the ground.

The closer he got to the top of the mountain, the fewer plants the old man saw, and when he looked up, there was no vegetation on the top of the mountain or halfway up the mountain, only a few grasses were alive and strong.

Through the cracks in the rocks, a little fire could be seen, and the old man was already panting, and had to stop and sit on the hot rocks, which straw hat fanned the wind. The old man was very thirsty, but he had already drunk all the water he had brought with him, but he didn't want to give up, he didn't want to go down the mountain to find water to drink. His goal was to climb to the top of the mountain and take a picture of it, but it was difficult now.

Puff, puff, magma broke through the blockade of the rock, squeezing out of the crack like a bubble. A pungent smell almost stunned the old man. The old man felt that it was not appropriate to stay here for a long time, so he quickly got up and left here. However, when he stood up, he was dizzy for a while, which made the old man fall down all at once. With a pop, the old man fell heavily on the hard rock, but fortunately his back landed first, and his head was not injured, otherwise it would not have been a single arm bruise.

The old man coughed a few times, struggled to sit up, his back was hit by a stone, it hurt very much, but his head was buzzing, it was very uncomfortable, his eyes were not able to see the surroundings clearly, and his hands were blurred.

Yikes!

Misfortune is not alone, blessing is incomparable, the flowing magma ignites a dead grass, and from the blurred vision, a flash of fire has been seen suddenly appearing.

The old man hurriedly crawled back, away from the firelight.

At this time, the old man suddenly felt that the earth under his ass was moving!

It turned out that the old man was lucky enough to sit on a huge rock, and under the stone was a soft magma support, slowly sliding down the mountain.

As if sitting in a small boat, the old man clung to the stone and watched the woods he had seen move up the hill.

Fluttering and fluttering, the stone slid faster and faster down the mountain, and then left the magma lifting and slid directly on the other rocks. The huge rock was heavy and solid, and it slid to the foot of the mountain with an unstoppable momentum, breaking more than a dozen large trees before slowly stopping.

The old man didn't know why he stopped, and he didn't know where he stopped, so he stood up in a lost spirit, looking at the scenery around him, trying to determine his position.

At this time, a heat wave hit, and when the old man looked back, he saw the light of the fire.

A forest fire came, the smell of burning wood was heard in the air, countless birds flew into the sky, chirping, and other animals fled.

Seeing the top of the mountain in the distance, the old man probably already knew his location, and he had reached the foot of the mountain.

The old man did not hesitate, picked up the backpack on the ground, took out his camera, took a few pictures of the rolling magma in the distance, then put away the camera, quickly climbed down from the rock that saved him, and trotted out of here.

Boom!

A sudden stream of heat erupted from the mountainside, and a high guine-like lava rushed out and scattered halfway up the mountainside like a splash.

The old man ran for a long time, but he couldn't run anymore, so he stopped and sat on the ground, looking at the fire in the distance. It looks like this forest fire is going to burn for a while.

Just as the old man turned to leave, it began to rain in the sky.

The old man was also relieved, at least the forest fire was about to be extinguished.

The rain fell very quickly, very urgently, and in a few seconds it had already turned from a small rain to a heavy rain, and the pouring rain was pouring down, and the old man was drenched before he could find a place to hide from the rain, and his clothes were soaked, but the old man was very happy. The fire in the distance was gone, and the old man suddenly became bold again, and wanted to go back and see.

The old man thought about it, and walked towards the top of the mountain.

Years later, when people came to the island, they found a small wooden hut with pictures on the walls, a long-abandoned earthen stove and a dusty camera.

Finish.