After he walked away, Lin Jinrong said to Kunge: "You know, I don't think it's much worse for him at all, he is originally a person who likes to hang around and lose three and four. "

"His belly patting and leisurely appearance reminded me of Zhuangzi." Watching Henry swaying and talking while walking made Lin Jinrong and Kunge laugh for a while.

"Alright, let's get on the road," said Kunge, "and when I'm tired of carrying this big backpack, I'll change your back." "

"Give it to me now, I like the feeling of carrying heavy things. You don't know how much I like to carry heavy stuff. Come on, dude, give it to me!"

They were all in a happy mood, walking and talking freely. They talked about literature, about mountains, about girls, about Prince, about poets, about Japan, about their past adventures, and Lin Jinrong suddenly realized that Mad Morley had forgotten to let the crankcase oil shine, which was actually a good thing, otherwise, Lin Jinrong would not have had the opportunity to hear many of Kunge's high opinions on this blessed day. Climbing the mountain with Kunge reminded Lin Jinrong of several childhood friends, one was Mike, because he was like Kunge and always liked to walk ahead; One is Jones, because he's like Kunga, his eyes always fixed on the distant horizon; One is Bomber, who often reminds Lim Kim Rong to be careful of this and that ("The water will be very deep here, let's go a little downstream and cross the stream. And, like Kunga, he takes a lot of things extremely seriously. Watching Kunge walk, Lin Jinrong also seemed to see Kunge roaming in the eastern forests of Chiang Mai as a child. The way he walked was the same as the way he talked. From behind him, Lin could see that when he walked, his toes were slightly bent inward rather than outward, but when it was time to climb, his toes would be as high as Chaplin's to increase the area where his feet were in contact with the ground. On the way they passed a muddy riverbed, which they had to cross between some bushes and a few willows. As soon as you get out of the riverbed, it is the starting point of the trail. It is clearly marked and has only recently been renovated by the trail cleansing team. However, Lin Jinrong and the others ran into a large rock that fell from somewhere at one location and blocked the way. Kunge carefully pushed it down the hill. "Lin Jinrong also worked as a mountain trail scavenger in the past, so he can't stand such things." As they climbed higher and higher, the twin lakes began to appear below Lin Jinrong, and suddenly, in the depths of its clear blue water, there were some holes gushing with water, like black wells, and they were the source of the lake. Lin Jinrong could also see schools of fish swimming around.

"Ah, it's like a Thai morning, and I'm just a five-year-old kid in the beginningless time." Lin Jinrong wanted to sit on the side of the road, take out a small notebook, and record what it looks like here.

"Look over there," said Kunge, "it's poplars." They reminded Lin Jinrong of a wandering poem...... 'Those yellow poplars are talking about the life of literature.' It's easy to get a taste of the essence of Japanese haiku in a place like this. The poets who write about them see the world with childlike eyes, without using any literary techniques or dazzling words. They go up and create wandering sentences at the same time. The road is now winding, and the side of the road is covered with small bushes.

"Those rocks stuck to the mountain wall," Lin Jinrong asked, "why don't they rumble down?"

"Your question itself is enough to be a haiku, but the fly in the ointment is a little more complicated." "Any true haiku is as simple as a bowl of gruel, but at the same time, it is a vivid way to see what it describes, like this one: 'The sparrow is bouncing in the loggia, its paws wet.'" This was written by Masaoka Shiki, and I think it's the best haiku. You see, it allows you to see the footprints of the sparrows on the floor very clearly, and although you can only talk about the whole word, you can think of the rain that has just fallen, and even make you almost smell the pine needles. "

"Read it to me again."

"Okay, let me write one myself this time. Let me think about ......' lake below...... It is formed by the gushing of black wells. 'No,, it's not a haiku, it's too deliberate. "

"Then why don't you let them pour out on their own? Don't think at all, just say whatever comes to mind. "

"Look there," he cried out suddenly with joy, "those are lupins, look at their little slender blue flowers." There are also some red California poppies there. The entire hillside is almost like it's sprinkled with color. Go up and you'll see some white pine trees that look like they're fake, and I'm sure you've never seen so many white pine trees growing together. "

"You know a lot about birds, trees, and things like that."

"Needless to say, I've been studying them all my life."

They continued to walk casually and talked about more interesting topics. It didn't take long for them to come to a bend in the road, and as soon as they crossed the bend, the shade of the trees became thick. A fierce mountain stream appeared ahead, and the water of the stream slammed and tumbled between the stones covered with floating algae. There is a broken tree on the creek that serves as a bridge. When they had walked up to the broken tree, they lay down on their stomachs, put their heads in the stream, drank a few large sips, and let the water splash on their faces and wet their hair. Lin Jinrong lay there for a whole minute, enjoying the pleasure of the rapid coolness passing across his face.

"You really look like you're advertising a Reinier ale," Kunge shouted.

"Let's sit back and enjoy the scenery."

"Dude, you don't know how far we have to go!"

"Well, I don't feel tired anyway!"

"You'll do it sooner or later, Tiger."

They moved on. In the afternoon sun, the grassy slopes on both sides of the trail look like they have been coated with ancient gold dust, insects are flapping their wings, and the wind is gently caressing the sun-soaked rocks. Sometimes, the trail will suddenly turn into some shaded area with large trees, and the light will become far away. The twin lakes below them are now as small as toy lakes, but the holes in the bottom of the lakes are still clearly visible; Huge puffy clouds are reflected in the middle of the lake.

"Did you see Morley?"

Kunge stared at it for a long time. "I can see a small cloud of dust moving, maybe it's him." For some reason, the scenery along the trail this afternoon—from the rocks on the grassy slope to the blue flowers of lupins to the rumbling mountain stream and the broken trees that perched on it—gave Lin Jinrong an indescribable, heart-wrenching sense of déjà vu, as if Lin Jinrong had been here a long, long time ago—at that time, the surrounding scenery was exactly the same as it is today, and Lin Jinrong was accompanied by a bodhisattva companion, and they were here for a more important purpose. Lin Jinrong really wanted to lie on the side of the road and remember everything. The woods here make this feeling especially strong for Lin Jinrong, because they are like the face of a long-passed relative, like an old dream, like a long-forgotten song, like the golden years of your lost childhood and deceased adulthood. And the lonely and familiar floating clouds floating above his head also seemed to confirm his feelings. From time to time, Lin Jinrong's mind will flash some memories of the past. He began to sweat and felt sleepy, and lay down on the grass to sleep and dream. As they climbed higher and higher, they also began to feel tired, did not talk anymore, and looked more like two climbers. After half an hour of silence, Kunge turned to Lin Jinrong and said, "This is one of the reasons why I like to climb mountains. When you're climbing a mountain, you don't feel the need to speak, because telepathy alone – like animals – is enough to communicate with your companions. They each immersed themselves in their own thoughts. Kunge's way of walking, as mentioned earlier, is a big stride with a lot of stride, and slowly, Lin Jinrong also found a pace that suits him. It was a slow, patient short step, at a speed of about one kilometer per hour. Because of this, Lin Jinrong was always about thirty yards behind Kunge, and whenever they thought of a haiku, they would shout it to each other. At last, they reached the top of the trail, and there was no road in the strict sense of the word, just a dreamlike green field and a beautiful waterhole. Beyond the greenery, there are endless pebbles.

"Then we can only rely on the 'duck' to find the way."

"What is a 'duck'?"

"Do you see those big pebbles in front of you?"

"Look at the big pebbles on the face? Oh my God, there are big pebbles for five kilometers ahead!"

"See the small pile of rocks on top of the big pebbles near that pine tree? It was a 'duck', a mark made by other climbers, and I don't think I left it when I came here four or five years ago, I don't remember. As we move between the big pebbles, keep our eyes open and see where the 'ducks' are. Follow them and you'll know how the road is going. Of course, even if there are no 'ducks', we don't have to worry about getting lost, because the platform where Lin Jinrong and his men are going is behind the big mountain rock at the end of the valley - right there, see?"

"Mesada? God, didn't you say that it's not a peak yet, is it?"

"Of course not. Once we have climbed to the plateau, climbed a rock-chip slope and climbed over more rocks, we will go to an alpine lake no bigger than the waterhole in front of us, and then we will reach the top of the world after another 1,000-foot almost vertical climb. When you arrive, the whole of Bangkok will be in front of you, and you can even see part of the sea, and the wind will be pouring directly into your trouser tubes. "

"Oh...... How long will that take?"

"The only thing we can count on is to get to the terrace above before night. Although I call it a terrace, it is not actually a terrace, but just "a rock shed in the mountains." "

But Lin Jinrong felt that the location at the end of the mountain trail was already beautiful. Lin Jinrong said: "Brother, look around here--" This is a dreamlike green field, with pine trees growing on the edge of one side, pools, fresh air, and billowing golden clouds...... "Why don't we just spend the night here?" I think I've seen a more beautiful place than here. "

"It's nothing here. It's pretty, but when you wake up the next morning, you'll probably see forty high school teachers frying bacon nearby. But on the terrace above, I can assure you with my head that you will never see half a person. If there is, at most one or two climbers. But in this season, I don't think there will be any other climbers. Also, did you know that snow can happen at any time? If we sleep here tonight and it snows, you and I will be done. "

"Okay, Kunge. But let's take a break, drink some water, and enjoy the scenery around us. "They were all tired, but their mood was still high. They spread out their limbs and lay down on the grass for a while, then continued on their way. Almost as soon as the meadow is over, the big pebbles begin. Since stepping on the first big pebble, their only action is jumping from one big pebble to another. It is flanked by towering cliffs, like two walls of a river valley. All the way to the bottom of the rocks, they will move between the large pebbles.

"What's behind the rocks?"

"There are long grasses, there are bushes, there are scattered large pebbles, there are beautiful mountain streams, there are towering trees. There was also a large pebble twice as large as Eva's house, which leaned against another large pebble of the same size, creating a recessed space for us to spend the night. Make a campfire in it, and the heat will reflect off the rock face, making it extremely warm. After that, there was no grass or trees to be seen, and by that time we were almost three thousand meters high. "

Because Lin Jinrong wears tennis shoes on his feet, it is easy to jump between large pebbles. But after a while, Lin Jinrong noticed how graceful Kunge's jumping posture was, it was almost like a leisurely stroll, and sometimes he would deliberately cut both feet in mid-air. Lin Jinrong jumped with every step he took, but soon found that it was best to follow his own rhythm and pick the big pebble that suited him.

"The secret to climbing in this kind of location is like Zen," Kunge said, "and you don't have to think about anything, just jump forward like you're dancing." That's the easiest thing in the world, even easier than walking on a monotonous flat ground. You'll have plenty of options before each jump, but don't hesitate to jump ahead and you'll find that you've landed on the next big pebble that you didn't choose for. It's exactly like Zen. And it turned out to be exactly what he said.

They didn't talk much more. Lin Jinrong's leg muscles began to get tired. It took them several hours -- about three hours -- to climb that long valley. By the end of the afternoon, the sun had turned amber and the shadows of the great cliffs had begun to slant over the large dry pebbles in the valley. But these shadows not only did not make Lin Jinrong afraid, but once again made Lin Jinrong feel that sense of déjà vu. The "ducks" are arranged in the most prominent place, and they are usually composed of two flat stones stacked on top of each other, sometimes with a small round stone on top for decorative purposes. These marks, made by previous climbers, are intended to save one or two kilometres of travel when climbing up the huge river valley. As they walked up, the roaring mountain stream followed them, but the width became narrower and the sound of the water became thinner. Now Lin Jinrong could see that the mountain stream was flowing from the big mountain rock at the top of the valley (now about a mile away from Lin Jinrong's two large black notches.

Carrying a big bag and jumping between the pebbles is much easier than you think. As long as you can catch the rhythm, you don't have to worry about falling in the air. Every time he looked back, the height they were at and the horizon surrounded by mountains in the distance would make Lin Jinrong's mouth stammer. The beautiful green field where they had rested now now looked like a small valley in the Ardennes Forest. After that, the road became steeper, the sun turned redder, and snow began to appear in the shadows of some rocks. It wasn't long before the big rock at the end of the valley was looming above them. At this time, Lin Jinrong saw Kunge throw the backpack on his back to the ground, and danced to beckon Lin Jinrong to his place.

"Alright, we can unload the gear first. The climb to the shallow creek behind the big rock and the camp was only a few hundred meters away, and I still remember the location. You might as well rest here, or even take a nap, while Lin Jinrong goes up to explore first. Lin Jinrong likes to wander alone in the mountains. "

All right. So Lin Jinrong sat down, took off his wet socks and wet underwear, replaced them with dry ones, and then rested cross-legged, whistling for about half an hour; It's a pleasant errand. Kunge returned half an hour later to tell Lin Jinrong that he had found the camp. Lin Jinrong originally thought that it would not be far, but as a result, they jumped in the steep pebble valley for almost an hour before they reached the platform behind Lou Dashan Rock. After walking about 200 meters, Lin Jinrong saw a large gray rock towering majestically between the pine trees. It's a blessed place: snow on the ground, snow on the grass, babbling streams, wind, huge silent rocky mountains on both sides, and the smell of heather. After wading through a stream as pure as a pearl with only one hand's depth, they reached a hollow under the large gray rock, which contained logs left behind by previous climbers.

"Where is Mahangfeng?"

"You can't see it from this position, but after getting around there--" he said, pointing to a rocky slope that bends to the right in the far side of the mesaga, "one, two kilometers or so of the road, and we will reach its foothills." "

"Wow, that's going to take us another whole day!"

"You won't be able to use it when you're with me, Jin Rong."

"Okay, big brother, no one can die."

Okay, now they might as well relax, enjoy themselves, cook dinner again, and wait for the living treasure Morley to come up.

They put their backpacks down, took everything out of them, and sat down to smoke. The cliffs on both sides are plastered with a layer of pink, and they are covered with dust that has accumulated from the beginning of time to the present. The rocky monsters surrounding them made Lin Jinrong feel scared.

"They're so quiet!" Lin Jinrong said.

"Not really, man. You know, in my opinion, a mountain is a Buddha. Think of how patient they are – sitting like this for thousands of years, silently praying for all beings, that we may be completely free from suffering and ignorance. Kunge took out the tea leaves, sprinkled some in a tin teapot, and then made a small fire (the sun is not yet a hill, so there is no need to make a big fire), and leaned on a branch stuck in a large pile of stones, and hung the teapot on the fire to heat. After a while, the water was boiling, and he poured the hot tea from the teapot into two cups, also made of tin. The water was brought from Lin Jinrong from the stream, cold and pure as snow and the crystal eyelids of heaven, so the tea it brewed was also the purest and most thirst-quenching thing that Lin Jinrong had ever drunk in his life. It will make you want to drink again and again and will inject a breath of warmth into your stomach.

"Now you should understand the passion for tea in the East, right?" Kunge said, "Remember the Book of Tea that I mentioned to you? It is described as pleasant in the first sip, joyful in the second, tranquil in the third, intoxicating in the fourth, and ecstatic in the fifth. "

"Yes, like an old friend."

The large rock on which they had camped next to it was very large, thirty feet high, and thirty feet wide at the bottom, almost a perfect square. Twisted, reclining trees grew on the rock face, watching them from above. The base of the rock curves from the bottom to the top, creating an alcove-like space, so that if it rains, they will be partially sheltered. "How did this big guy get to this place?"

"Maybe it was left behind when the glacier receded. See that snowfield over there?"

"Hmm."

"That's the remnants of the glacier. But it's also possible that this large rock rolled down from some prehistoric mountain range that was older than you think, or burst out of the ground during the Jurassic underground explosion and landed here. Jin Rong, do you understand, this place you sit in is not a Berkeley café, but the beginning and end of the world. Look at the patience of the Buddhas all around, they are looking at us wordlessly. "

"You said you've been here alone?"

"Yes, for a few weeks, just like Muir. I'd crawl between the veins of quartzite, or make bouquets for camp, or walk around naked, singing, and cooking dinner. "

"Kunge, I want to salute you. You are the happiest kitten and the most amazing person in the world. God can testify that I am telling the truth. I'm so glad I can learn so much from you. This place also makes me feel reverent, I mean...... You know I'm a praying person, but do you know what kind of prayer I use?"

"What kind?"

"When I pray, I sit down and think about all my friends, relatives, and enemies one by one. I don't think of them with any emotion, no love, no hatred, no anger, no gratitude, nothing, just thinking about what they look like and saying something like: 'Monk Kunga, he's also empty, he's worthy of my love, he's also Buddha-nature.' Then think of another person and pray for him: 'David, he is also empty, equally worthy of my love, and equally Buddha-like. Of course, I don't really say their names. When I say the phrase, 'Buddha nature is also attained,' I think of their eyes, just like you staring at the blue eyes behind Morley's glasses. The phrase "Buddha nature is the same" naturally reminds me of their eyes, and when you think about their eyes, you suddenly see their Buddha nature, even if the other person is your enemy. "

"Great prayer? Jin Rong," he said, and he took out his notebook, joldt down the prayer Lin Jinrong said, and shook his head in disbelief. "Very, very remarkable, I'm going to show it to the monks I know in Japan, Jin Rong, you're a really good person, the only problem is that you don't know how to come to a place like this to breathe, and let the bad things in this world drown you and annoy you...... Although I have said that the comparison is an abomination, what I am saying now is the truth. "

He poured the bukama, two bags of dehydrated vegetables, and other necessary ingredients into the pot, ready to heat it up at dusk. After that, they began to wait for Morley's shout. But left and right, the shouting never appeared. They began to worry about him.

"My biggest fear is that if he breaks his leg while jumping in the big pebble valley, he'll be left alone. It is dangerous to come here alone to climb the mountain...... I've been here alone, but I'm a good guy. It's a goat. "

"I'm starting to get hungry."

"Well, so do I, I hope he'll be there soon. Let's walk around, eat some snowballs and drink some water to pass the time. "

At the end of the terrace, they walked east, west, and then back. Now that the sun had set behind the western wall of the valley, the sky was getting darker and more pink, the temperature was getting colder, and more different shades of purple were sneaking up from the jagged rocks. The sky was so deep that even one or two pale stars could already be seen. At this moment, a sudden sound of "ha-a-a-lu" came from a distance. Kunge immediately jumped on top of a large pebble and shouted, "Uh-uh, uh-uh, woo-uh". Then there was another "ha-ahh

"How far is he?"

God, judging by the voice, he couldn't even talk about the beginning. He has not yet reached the Great Pebble Valley.

It seems that he will not be able to come to them tonight. "

"So what are we going to do?"

"Let's sit on the edge of the cliff and wait for him to make a decision. We brought some peanuts and raisins with us and waited for him to nibble on them. Maybe he's closer to him than I think. "

They walked to the cliff that overlooked the entire river valley. Kunge sat on a stone in a rigorous sitting posture and took out his wooden rosary to pray. He took the rosary in his hand and used his thumb to pull it one by one from top to bottom, his eyes looking straight ahead, and his whole body was motionless. Lin Jinrong sat on another rock, trying to keep his body as balanced as he could. They all just meditated quietly and did not speak. But of the two of them, only Lin Jinrong meditated with his eyes closed. The surroundings were as quiet as a thick noise. Because of the rocks, where they are now, they can't hear the sound of the water flowing in the mountain stream. In the midst of this waiting, they heard several melancholy "ha-a-a-lur", and they shouted back, only each time, only to feel that he was getting farther and farther away. When Lin Jinrong opened his eyes again, the pink skylight became even more purple. The stars began to twinkle. Lin Jinrong fell into a deeper state of contemplation, feeling that the surrounding mountains were indeed the Buddha and their good friends. The thought of only the three of them in a huge river valley gave Lin Jinrong a strange feeling. Three, a mysterious number: the body of response, the body of retribution, and the body of the Dharma. Lin Jinrong prayed in his heart for poor Morley, for his safety and eternal blessings. Every time Lin Jinrong opened his eyes and saw Kunge sitting on the rock, he felt funny and wanted to laugh. However, the surrounding mountains are extremely solemn, and so is Kunge, so that Lin Jinrong has also become extremely solemn. In such an environment, even laughter can be a solemn thing.

The sky was beautiful. When the pink sky light had faded, everything was shrouded in purple twilight, and the quiet hustle and bustle passed through the porch of their ears like a wave of diamonds, enough to soothe a man for a thousand years. Lin Jinrong also prayed for Kunge, praying that he would attain peace and happiness in the future, and finally realize Buddha nature. Lin Jinrong only felt complete seriousness and complete joy.

"Rock is space," Lin thought to himself, "and space is an illusion." "Lin Jinrong has thousands of thoughts, and so does Kunge. Lin Jinrong was a little surprised by the way he opened his eyes to meditate. What particularly surprised Lin Jinrong was that this man, who was keen on studying everything in Oriental poetry and anthropology and ornithology and books, and who often climbed to the mountains alone, would suddenly take out a string of rosaries and make a solemn prayer, "like the old monks who lived in the desert in ancient times." In Thailand, where steel factories and airports are all over the place, it is even more strange that such a number one person will appear. Having people like Kunge means that the world is not too hopeless. Lin Jinrong is happy about this. Lin Jinrong's muscles were sore to death, and his stomach was hungry, but being able to sit here and pray for the world with another passionate young man was enough to soothe Lin Jinrong than a thousand kisses and a thousand tender words. Someday, something eternal will open up from the Milky Way to their unblinded eyes, friend. Lin Jinrong wanted to tell Kunge all these thoughts, but Lin Jinrong knew that there was no difference between saying and not taxing, not to mention, even if Lin Jinrong didn't say it, he would know the same. The golden mountains are still silent.

By the time Morley's shout was heard again, it was already dark. Kunge said, "That's it, let's go, he's still a long way from here." I suppose if he had a brain, he should have known that he should spend the night in that thread below.

Let's go back and make dinner. "

"All right," said Lin Jinrong, and then, after shouting several "uh-uh" in a row, they turned around and left, leaving poor old Mo alone in the endless darkness. They knew he had brains, and it turned out to be true. That night, wrapped in two blankets, he lay on an inflatable mattress and slept all night in that blessed green place with a waterhole and pine trees. This is what he told them the next morning.

After leaving Morley and returning to the camp, Lin Jinrong first found some small branches to use as ignitions, then went to find some larger firewood, and finally dragged back some huge logs: the same logs are everywhere, and they are not difficult to find at all). The campfire they had made was large enough for people to see from five miles away, but Morley couldn't have seen it because of the location where they had made it behind the Great Mountain Rock. Campfires emit a lot of heat, and the rock walls absorb the heat and reflect it back to them, so they feel like they are in a well-baked room. However, the tip of their noses was cold, it was cold when they were looking for firewood, and they still haven't recovered.

Kunge added the water to the water where the boojima was placed, boiled and stirred as he went, while he was busy mixing and boiling the ingredients for the chocolate pudding. In addition, he made a pot of tea. Dinner was soon served, and they laughed as they ate.

It was the most delicious dinner Lin Jinrong had ever had. Above the orange flames of the fire were countless stars in the sky, cold, blue, and silvery, and the food they cooked on the fire was pink and warm. And as Kunge had predicted before, Lin Jinrong's wine worm was not stupid at all. Lin Jinrong forgot about drinking at all. The altitude was too high, a day's climb was too tiring, and the air was too thin. The air alone is enough to make you drunk. It was a great dinner. The cutlery they use is chopsticks. I don't know why, but I eat the food with two chopsticks and eat it carefully, and it tastes so good. Darwin's

The survival of the fittest theory is obviously the most applicable to China: because if you are not good at using chopsticks, then you will definitely starve to death in a Chinese family that is used to eating together as a family. In order to avoid starving to death, Lin Jinrong finally simply changed to using his hands.

After dinner, Kunge diligently took out a wire brush to brush the pot, and told Lin Jinrong to fetch water. Lin Jinrong used a jar left by a former climber to fetch water. "Normally, I don't wash my dishes, I just wrap them in my blue bandana, because it makes no difference to me whether I wash it or not...... Of course, the British company on Madison Avenue that makes dog skin soap would not appreciate Lim's little intelligence. Alas, brother, the world is really upside down. Let me tell you one thing, every time I climb the mountain, if I don't take out the star map at night to look at it, I will feel wrong. You know, these things above our heads are more numerable than the demons in your favorite "Lengyan Sutra". As he spoke, he took out his star map, looked at the sky, looked at the star map, slowly moved his body left and right, and then said, "It's exactly 8:48 p.m." "

"How do you know?"

"Because if it weren't for eight forty-eight, Sirius wouldn't be where it is now. …… Jin Rong, do you know what I like about you? It's the way you speak. The way you speak reminds me of the real language of the country, that is, the language of the workers, the language of the railroad workers, the language of the lumberjacks. Have you ever heard what these people say?"

"Of course I've heard of it. I once hitchhiked a tanker driver in Houston. It was midnight. Earlier, a man drove me to a motel he ran and said that if I couldn't stop the car, I could sleep on the floor of his room. Of course I don't. Mr. Lin waited on the empty highway for about an hour when the tanker showed up, driven by a Cherokee man who said his name was Johnson or Arleigh Reynolds or something. After getting into the car, he said to Lin Jinrong: 'Oh, little brother, do you know, before you knew what the river smelled like, we had already left our mother's hut and rolled around in the west, like a madman, and drove ......around the oil fields of East Texas like a madman. All night, he roared at 90 kilometers per hour, and the story he told followed his car with the ups and downs. It's wonderful. I think what he said was poetry at all. "

"Yes, that's what I meant. It's a shame you haven't heard Bernie speak, and I think you should go to Skagit County and hear what he says. "

"No problem, I'll go."

Kunge knelt on the ground, sometimes looking at the star map, sometimes leaning forward a little, stretching his neck, looking through the branches on the rock wall to look at the stars in the sky. His posture, coupled with the small goatee under his chin, and the craggy boulder behind him, reminded Lin Jinrong of a Chinese Zen master in the wilderness, and the star map in his hand seemed to be a Buddhist scripture. After a while, he went to the snowdrift to get the chocolate pudding back. The pudding is now solidified, and it tastes more delicious than pen and ink.

"Maybe we should save some for Morley."

"This thing can't be preserved, it melts as soon as the sun comes out."

The campfire had stopped swaying, and only a pile of red-hot charcoal remained, but it was still six feet tall. The night is getting more and more like an ice crystal, but the smell of the charcoal is as delicious as chocolate pudding. Lin Jinrong walked alone along the shallow frozen stream for a while, and then meditated on a mound of earth, and the huge mountain walls on both sides of the river valley were like silent spectators with black pressure. However, the temperature was so cold that it was impossible to meditate like this for more than a minute. When Lin returned to camp, Kunge was still on his knees looking at the stars, a picture of calm and serenity in this 10,000-foot-tall place.

There is another thing that surprised Lin Jinrong about Kunge: he always gave things to others, and always practiced what Buddhism called "giving to Paramita", that is, complete generosity.

Now, when Lin Jinrong returned to the camp and sat down by the fire, Kunge said to Lin Jinrong: "Jinrong, I think it is also the time for you to have a string of talisman prayer beads. He handed Lin Jinrong a string of brown wooden prayer beads. The shiny beads are strung together with a thick string to form a beautiful loop, and where the knot is reached, is a larger bead.

"Wow, isn't this what you brought back from Japan, how can I accept it!"

"It's okay, I still have a string. The prayer you told me tonight is fully worth sending you this rosary. A few minutes later, he dug out all the remaining chocolate pudding and gave most of it to Lin Jinrong to eat. When arranging the sleeping bag, he also let Lin Jinrong sleep closer to the fire. He was a man of great generosity, and Lim learned this from him. A week later, Mr. Lin gave him an almost brand new piece of underwear that Mr. Lin had found at the "Good Samaritan" store. However, he immediately returned Lin Jinrong with a plastic box that could be used to hold food. Once, Lin Jinrong jokingly gave him a large flower that Lin Jinrong picked from Ava's yard, and a day later, he solemnly returned a small bouquet to Lin Jinrong. "Keep my tennis shoes and wear them," he added, "and I have a pair of them, which are older, but they are just as comfortable to wear." "

"Gee, I can't take everything from you."

"Jin Rong, don't you know that giving things to others is a blessing?" His attitude towards giving things away is also quite charming: he is never smug or elated, but rather a little sad.

They slipped into their sleeping bags around eleven o'clock, and the temperature was already below freezing. Lin Jinrong talked for a while, until one of them did not answer again, and soon, they were all asleep. Lin Jinrong woke up when he was snoring. Lin Jinrong lay quietly, looking at the stars in the sky, and thanked God in his heart for allowing him to come to this high mountain. Lin Jinrong's leg soreness has recovered a lot, and his whole body feels energetic. The crackling sound of the dying firewood seemed to be Kunge's blessing to Lin Jinrong. Lin Jinrong looked at him and saw that his face was half buried in his sleeping bag. His curled body—curled up as if it had a strong desire for good—was the only thing that Jinrong could see in the darkness of the Nellin for miles. Lin Jinrong thought to himself: "People really have strange things...... As the Bible says, 'Who can measure the spiritual height of those who look upward?' Although this young man is ten years younger than Lin Jinrong, he has reawakened Lin Jinrong's long-forgotten ideals and joys, making Lin Jinrong look like a fool. In recent years, Lim has lived with alcoholism and disappointment. But what difference does it make to him without money? He didn't need any money, all he needed was a backpack, some plastic bags for dry food, and a good pair of shoes so that he could come to a nice place like this and enjoy the pleasures that only millionaires enjoy. But if you want to ask you, if you have a millionaire who eats all day to climb here, it will take a whole day of hard climbing. "Lin Jinrong promised himself that he would start a new life." Lin Jinrong had to carry a backpack on his back and walk through the entire west, climb all the mountains and deserts in the east, and walk out of a clean road. Lin Jinrong buried his nose under the sleeping bag and slowly fell asleep, waking up surrounded by a silver light at dawn.

The cold air in the ground seeped through the nylon cloak, seeped through the sleeping bag, and burrowed into Lin Jinrong's flank. Lin Jinrong's every breath turned into water. But Lin Jinrong just turned over and continued to sleep. Lin Jinrong had a lot of dreams, but all of them were pure and cold dreams like ice water, all happy dreams, without the slightest nightmare.

When he woke up again, the sun shone like a bright orange ball from the cliff in the east, through the fragrant pine branches, and fell on Lin Jinrong. Mr. Lin felt like a kid waking up on a Sunday morning, ready to put on his suspenders and play all day. Kunge was already up and sitting in front of a small fire singing and muffling into his hands. There was hoarfrost on the ground. Suddenly, he stood up, ran forward for a short distance, and shouted, "Haa Thankfully, they heard Morley's shout back.

He's in a better position than he was last night. "He's on his way. Get up, Jin Rong, come and have a cup of ripe tea, it will make you alive!" Lin Jinrong got up and copied the tennis shoes from his sleeping bag; They sat in their sleeping bags all night and are now warm. After putting on his sneakers and beret, Lin jumped up and down and ran a few streets on the grass. The surface of the shallow stream had frozen, and only the middle part of it was left like a small ditch, clanging and clattering. Lin Jinrong lay on his stomach by the stream and drank a large sip of water, letting the water wet his face. There's nothing better in this world than washing your face with ice water in the mountains in the early morning. Kunge warms up last night's leftovers for breakfast, and they're still delicious. After that, they walked to the edge of the Great Mountain Rock and shouted to Morley a few times"

Uh-huh", and suddenly, they could see him. He was about two miles away from them, and was struggling to climb the valley, looking like a small worm struggling to crawl forward in a huge "void". "Look, that little black dot is our precious friend Morley." Kunge said in the amused, loud voice of a lumberjack.

In less than two hours, Morley was within reach of being able to speak to them, and as soon as he jumped over the last pebble, he began to talk. They sat on the sun-warmed stones and waited for him.

"The 'Friends of the Ladies' Association has asked me to come and send a message to you two lads and ask if you would be interested in pinning the blue ribbon to your shirt. They said there was still a lot of pink lemonade left, and Sir Matt was waiting impatiently. Do you think it's necessary for them to study the latest situation in the Middle East or learn to taste coffee? For literary gentlemen like you, I think they should pay more attention to their manners......" He said endlessly, and shouted a few times into the happy blue sky, "Haaaalului." He was sweating a lot because he had climbed the mountain all morning.

"Are you ready to climb Mahang, Morley?"

"Just wait until I get rid of the wet socks on my feet."