I was overjoyed, ecstatic, and the most exhilarating and joyful moment I had ever had been in the long trek and travel of several days since I left the last village with no name, and had been given food and water by the kind old uncle and the rest of the villagers. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Not only was I excited, but my attention was no longer focused on the colorful birds that made ever-changing sounds, but I began to look away from the rough and ugly near-round stone, looking beyond the stone for the village scene that should have been.

I couldn't stop there. I held the trunk of the tree with one hand, and I struggled to feel myself getting up with great difficulty, and I realized that I really couldn't stop. When I stopped, it made me feel like I was going to stop forever.

I felt like I had struggled to get to my feet, and I staggered in the direction of the big rock not far ahead. The closer I got, the more powerful I felt, because I remembered the scene of living in a distant and strange village, and I was full of anticipation for the villagers in Zhao Ye's village, and even more full of longing for the food and water that could be found in the village in front of me. I was walking anxiously and stiffly, and I was struggling to reach the top of my shoulder with my right arm, and I was tugging on the old cloth bag that I still carried on my shoulder. And as I approached the rough and ugly rock more and more quickly, I made a secret determination that I must stay in that village for two more days, and beg for more food, and wait until I had eaten and drunk enough, and when my body and strength had fully recovered, and then I could beg for a few more extra bags, and bags of dry food and water, before I could leave again.

I looked up at the number of birds in front of me, and I saw that they were still in a variety of shapes, and the feathers of each of their bodies began to show a monotonous color, but the whole was mixed together, and it was still a large patch of color, and at the same time it was still burrowed among the branches and leaves in the treetops, and in the depths, it made a kaleidoscopic and beautiful sound.

I thought at the time that those birds must be unusual, but after a brief look at the dense and high and low tops of the trees in the villages where they lived, I still did not find their nests, bird holes.

However, even then, even if they could not quench my hunger and thirst at that time, I am still quite grateful to them in retrospect, because I think that they led me to that place, to Zhao Ye Village.

Then I shifted my attention even more. I lowered my vision, and I cast my gaze on the bottom of the sparse and dense woods in front of me, in the village of Zhao Ye Village. I looked at it roughly, and I saw that the village stretched out into the distance, full of large and small houses, high and low houses. I was immediately even happier. At that time, I thought that my hunger and thirst had come to an end, and I could enjoy it in that Zhao Ye Village for two days.

Then my steps were heavy and weak, but they were now more impatient than I was, and they did not listen to me, and hurried around the large, rough, ugly near-round stone lying on the ground, and followed the side of the stone and around the wide path behind it, so that the weeds on both sides were gradually spreading and swallowing it up, and they could not wait to enter the depths of the village.

As I went deeper into the village, the ever-changing birdsong above me became clearer, denser, and more pleasant. But I didn't have much of a mind to pay attention to them at the time. My eyes were fixed on a large mansion near the edge of Zhao Ye Village, and I moved straight over, and at that time I realized that I was very fast, and I stopped at the gate of the house.

I then tried to encourage myself, and with all the strength I could muster, I cried out loudly to the depths of the house, hoping that someone in the house might go out and give me alms. However, my first few loud calls did not elicit any response from the house. I called to the owner of the house, I told me that I was a passer-by, I said that I wanted to ask for water, and I called out to the people in the house to open the door and save people. However, after another round of calls, I still couldn't get a single response from the people in the house. After that, I became restless. I started to spread rumors that it was raining outside, that there was a fire outside the courtyard, and that robbers had entered the village...... But I cried out again for a while, and my voice was so loud that I could hardly speak, and there was still no one in the courtyard near the village who heard from me, and no one opened the door for me. I was astonished at the time, and I stopped for a while outside the house, and after the hopelessness of what I had thought was that the owner of the house would be richer and more able to give alms, and so on, I slowly turned my body, and looked more tired and powerless, and listlessly prepared to change to the next one. And before I left the house, I was still leaning over the wooden door of the house with great difficulty, and through the wooden strips of the flat wooden door spliced together, I was a little surprised to see that the courtyard of the original house was already overgrown with weeds, and it was so tall that there were no feet, and the courtyard was desolate, as if no one had set foot in it for a long time.

After that, I simply imagined it, but it didn't feel anything too abnormal. I think maybe the family is away from home, doing business or something. After all, the place where I walked out of a few days and nights was rarely inhabited, and it shouldn't be very easy to survive. I just comforted myself and didn't think about it. Then I turned and continued to follow the path that was so wide that the weeds on both sides were gradually swallowing up the center, and continued to move deeper into the village.

I was really hungry and thirsty at that time, and I was still looking forward to the alms and happiness I would receive in the last unknown village, so I moved my heavy steps desperately, and looked up slightly, and soon found another small house along the path. I still can't wait to get closer.

When I arrived at the door of the second house, which was also a wooden door, I still desperately began to call people, knocking on the door with both hands and taking turns. At that time, I just wanted to find someone to help me quickly, someone who could give me some help. But again, after I had knocked on the wooden door and made several attempts, there was still no echo from the second house.