Countless fireflies floated in the cave like a vast starry sky.

At that time, I felt like I was in the middle of a vast universe, and the starfire slid through the dark sky around me, as if it were close at hand. You wonder what the universe is like, and the world doesn't constrain your mind. Your mind can spread to the corners of the universe.

Despite that, I still feel small, and at this time, the mind will feel why I am alive.

I think the meaning of human life is to survive and reproduce in a narrow sense, and to coexist and die with the universe in a broad sense, if the universe endows a biological intelligence, it will never want to make the wisdom of a living being a kind of reincarnation, but hopes that the creature can rely on this wisdom to get rid of reincarnation and thus save the universe itself. However, while biological civilization is progressing, it is also pushing itself into new contradictions, all kinds of contradictions will cause disasters, and the pace of human civilization will pass with time and space in various contradictions. If you want to break free from the cycle of natural reincarnation, you must first conquer the universe.

The ignorance in the vast stars is waiting for human beings to explore, and the competition in the narrow space is only cannibalism for human beings.

Nothing in this world lasts forever, and nothing is impossible. Suppose there will be an end to the universe. Is the fate of mankind a kind of suicide, or can it finally coexist and die with the universe? I think there will be an eternity that belongs to mankind. The ultimate pursuit of humanity should be eternal.

July 12, 2004. I, a birdman living in an underground cave, meditated on a swarm of fireflies.

I am small in stature and glazed over, which has something to do with the fact that I spend most of my time in caves, where I sleep during the day, and I can't see my fingers if there are no fireflies.

My dwelling may seem like a thatched hut built on a hill, but in fact there is a cave entrance hidden in my house, which is a legacy left to us by our ancestors. The ancestor hoped that his children and grandchildren would carry on his legacy and engage in excavation work for generations to come. So our family was called the ant clan by the people of this narrow world. But I prefer astronautics and storytelling, because I was born with wings and was called a birdman by the villagers.

I'm making up a long story right now, for which I'm amazed by my imagination, like the sun has been destroyed, leaving only the moon and the plants and animals that can shine. For example, after we all die, I believe that there will be a creature in our place, and according to my observation, it should be those monkeys in the mountains, I think they look like people, they are intelligent animals. In my stories I compare them to orcs, and I even put even more daring imagination into my stories.

On the winding mountain road outside, mourning melodiousness came from melody. I walked out of the house and saw a group of people carrying two coffins passing by.

The long-haired brother in the coffin committed suicide by taking medicine, and in the eyes of the clansmen, he was a madman.

He always feels unusually depressed, so when he walks, he always keeps his head down. Later, he ate all kinds of herbs to suppress that inhibition, and never stopped. Eat one jar of herbs a day and drink half a jar of water all day long.

A year later, he died. As far as I can tell, he didn't die of medicine, he choked to death.

Now that he has finally figured it out, in his own world, his living parents have a wedding for him with paper money. According to traditional customs, he was accompanied by the bones of a female donkey in the coffin, not the fair-skinned, slim figure, outstanding appearance and sweet voice of the girl he had in mind. Ancestors said that if a person does something bad during his lifetime, he will be reincarnated as a donkey or a horse after death, in short, a beast. After the donkey and the horse die, the human soul will be released, and people deduce from this that the male donkey is the soul of the sinful man in the previous life, and the female donkey is the soul of the sinful woman in the previous life, so the dead male donkey is a man, and the dead female donkey is naturally a woman.

My friend will live in another world with his donkey wife for the rest of his life. I bless him. It's better to have a donkey with you than a lonely ghost.

After that, I happened to meet the cripple, who greeted me awkwardly with a big belly. Now the news of Cauliflower's pregnancy has spread in the village, and it is said that since the lame man heard about it, he quietly went to the shore of his daughter's lake and drank the water from the lake. Now he is five months pregnant. Once upon a time, flat breasts were fuller than women's. The temperament has also improved, from a man full of dirty words to a tender woman and man.

When the cripple saw me, he said to me with a womanish face: "If I knew that Cauliflower had someone else's child, I wouldn't have given Uncle Cow Dung so many wild eggs." It's better to keep it for yourself to replenish your body. You must know how difficult it is for a man to have a child. The lame man sighed and asked me, "Whose is that child?"

"It's not. ”

"Yes, that's okay. I would also like to congratulate you. ”

"I think so, but no. ”

"Everyone in the village is talking about it, and some people say they have seen you bathing together. ”

"There was a time when I did...... "I'm not done yet." The cripple grabbed the words: "You can do it in one time, you are so powerful." ”

"The child is really not mine. ”

"If I had confessed a long time ago. The cripple ignored me and walked straight away with a big belly. At night, the fog soaked the grass, and the lame man took small steps cautiously for fear of slipping.

Now the rumors in the village are indeed boiling, especially the tender men who are particularly fond of nagging and hearsay. If they're in a bad mood, they'll nag all day. A year ago, a man thought he was going to have a baby, but it turned out to be a diarrhea, and the men still talk about it when they are bored. Now most of the people in the village believe the rumor that the child is mine. To tell you the truth, that day I spread my wings, rode on a pig, dressed in an ancient rusty armor, and armed with a spear, and ran to the residence of the second egg to save my love. In our world, for the sake of women, for love, there can be a fair duel.

Arrived at Erdanzi's home. Erdanzi was busy feeding the pigs, and when he saw me coming, he was very polite: "Birdman, are you here to match the pigs?"

I told him, "I'm here to duel you." For cauliflower. ”

"It turns out that the man who failed the cauliflower is really you. ”

"Where's Cauliflower? I'm going to knock you down in front of Cauliflower. ”

"Okay, I'll teach you a lesson for Cauliflower. "Erdanzi suddenly grabbed my spear with one hand, and unexpectedly, he had a lot of strength and pulled me directly off the pig's back. I was like a weak bird being punched and kicked by him. His big boar also broke out of the pigsty and violated my sow. Causing my sow to bark shyly.

Later, it was Cauliflower who ran out of the house and stopped Erdanzi: "The child in my belly is not a birdman." Stop it. ”

Erdanzi let go of me, and I stood up with a blue nose and swollen face, it turned out that Cauliflower really had a child, and I was not her love knight.

I saw Cauliflower snuggling in Erdanzi's arms crying about her pregnancy, it was like a bolt from the blue. It is true that the child is not mine, and if the truth is not revealed, I believe that this rumor will at least become the talk of these women and men for the rest of their lives.

When I think about it, I'm very lost. Stepping on the tender green meadow, I walked step by step, and actually reached the cliff.

Every time I walk to the cliff, I want to fly down from it, but I am afraid that if I can't fly, I will be disabled if I can't fall, and if I am disabled, let alone flying, I am afraid that I will have to climb when I walk.

It's better to die than to live.