That night, I felt that everything had gone by for too long, as if it were longer than the road I had spent eight or nine days and nights walking on and on. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info However, it will be dawn after all. When the eastern sky began to shine again, I slipped lazily for a nap, and I was too hungry to sleep.

Although I was very sleepy that morning, I realized more and more strongly that if I did not meet the next village, and if I could not find food and water, I would soon die of hunger and thirst, and that there would be no one in that desolate and uninhabited place for a long time.

So that morning, I tried to cheer myself up, and I began to support myself again, and slowly and weakly stood up.

I remember that it was a beautiful day, and it was a sunny day. And the place was eerily quiet, with only the occasional birdsong.

Then, when I was gone, probably because I was lonely, I continued to walk more or less eastward, and in fact more in the direction of the occasional birdsong.

I was so hungry and thirsty at that time that I thought that if I chased the birds, I could find some birds' nests, and at least I could go up the tree and dig out two eggs, and I would quench my thirst.

The more I thought about it, the more energetic I became. At that time, I was really helpless, so I suddenly had that weird idea.

But, what made me feel a little strange at that time was that after a few days of walking through the uninhabited wilderness, I spent a whole morning chasing the sound of birds, and I could only hear the birds, but not the birds.

At noon that day, I sat down on the ground with a lot of gray sand, and I looked around the place, and all I could see was that there were no people, no people, but more and more tall trees growing on the undulating ground nearby.

When I saw it, I was in a happier mood. Because I thought that if there were more trees nearby, would there be a river not far away, and where there would be a river, would there be people?

At that moment, I heard what seemed to be more birdsong, and its sounds became more and more mixed. I became even happier.

It's just that my mouth was so dry at that time, I swallowed my throat hard, swallowed a rare saliva, and I felt that my throat was followed by fire, and it was like the half-earth, half-sand ground under my feet at that time, hot and hot, hot and dry. Especially when I suddenly looked up and looked at the hot and dazzling sun in the sky.

So, as soon as I could, I avoided the sun as much as I could, and I followed as much as I could, the shade under the trees, or rather along the densely wooded jungle.

And it was a strange coincidence that the farther I walked into the dense jungle, the denser the birdsong in front of me became, just like the jungle.

Then I began to pay more attention to the birds, to their sounds, to the direction they were calling, and I tried to reach my eyes, and looked, and looked.

Later, I realized more and more that the closer I tried to get closer to the dense birdsong, the farther the birdsong became. I hurried to catch up again. I was still holding on to the glimmer of hope that I would be able to catch up with the birdsong and find some nests, and I thought about pulling out two eggs to quench my thirst.

Then I gradually caught up with the birds, and more and more seriously after them. At that time, it was as if I had left Guyuan City for many days, and after walking an unknown road, I began to pursue it for the first time.

My steps are fast and slow, and I am in a hurry. I remember that I had chased the woods so densely and thinly, and so far away, and at the end of my refusal to let up after the birdsong, I was finally chasing the birds, and the sound of the birds kept being loud, and I chased out of a wood, and saw the open and distant meadows in front of me. I thought back to the time that the reason why those birds made me chase after me was not only because I wanted to chase them to find the nest and dig out the eggs, but also because I realized more and more in the process of chasing them that their voices were unusually graceful and beautiful, and they could make ever-changing sounds. And just as I had chased out of the woods and saw an open field of wild meadows, I finally saw the figures of a few birds that I had been chasing! They were not very large, and their wings were fluttering anxiously, flying low in the air, and they were still about east of the wild meadows, and they were moving far away. What impressed me the most at that time was their figures, their appearance, and when they appeared in my field of vision, they were each a beautiful colorful feather, which was extremely rare to find.

It was precisely because of that, even though I was exhausted from the chase and my throat was so thirsty that I tried my best to muster up my strength to chase away from a few colorful birds that could call out a thousand kinds of beautiful sounds.

On the sandy ground beneath my feet, small patches of weeds grew, and I recklessly trampled them on the soles of my feet, stepped on them, and continued to pursue. But as I had pursued the road a little further, I watched as the figures of the colourful birds once again burrowed into a tall wood, which had grown from sparse to dense. I began to slow down, and looked up in the direction of the woods, and in the direction of the colourful birds that had fallen into the dense foliage at the top of the trees, and hurried over without hurry, listening to their ever-changing and beautiful cries with greater and greater affection.

When I approached the woods again, I looked up greedily and looked up at the top of the trees, looking for their birds, and I also hoped to find their nests in the dense foliage of the trees overhead, or from the trunk of a large tree! I found that when I entered the woods, the birds in the forest were only perched on the treetops, and did not fly or run, but I turned my head and turned my eyes under the trees, and for a long time I did not find the nest, nor the hole, but at the top of the tree. I felt lost right then.

I continued, slowly, and even more weakly, as I sat down, and began to look helplessly away, and bowed my head, wanting to rest for a long time.

However, just as I had been chasing the birds as weak as mud and had nothing to gain, and as I had sat down under the last woods, I suddenly heard a series of flocks of birds in front of me, and the same ever-changing and beautiful sounds.

My head, which had just been lowered at that time, was suddenly lifted up, and I looked into the woods not far ahead, and when I saw a great expanse of colorful and strange birds in a little farther away, I was most excited that I saw some distance closer than the birds, a large, rough and ordinary round stone, carved with the color of green grass.

Zhao Ye Village.