I have been curious since I was very young, curious about where the sun rises, where the moon sets, where the clouds gather, and where the rain disperses... I hope to understand everything, all living beings, all things, and all things.
Heaven, understand the earth...
I have always had a dream to go to a distant place.
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Chechiguo is really too small, so small that it makes people miserable.
In my memory, the word "Ganlin" is the most beautiful word. For the place where I was born and raised, rain is lovely and rare. Every spring, my parents look forward to the arrival of rain and dew.
But the results are often disappointing. Hunger is my eternal friend.
I want to go far away, but life holds me back.
As human beings, we have a difficult life.
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It should be the day when I become an adult.
When I got up early in the morning, I was still greeted by the disgusting sunshine. Cursing in my heart, I spent the whole morning squatting at the foot of the wall waiting for the heat to come. "Click!" Suddenly, a beautiful voice came from the distance. Yes, it was
It came from afar, from the place I most wanted to go. "Rumble..." Thunder, lightning, wind and clouds surged, and heavy rain poured down just when the crops we planted needed it most.
"Oh oh oh!" That day, my birthday, I was very happy, like a child.
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Since the arrival of the three immortals, the country of Chechi has become full of vitality. There is a wind every three days and a rain every five days. The wind does not break the trees and the rain does not damage the seedlings. We are about to usher in an unprecedented harvest year.
.And in fact, we did have a good harvest!
I remember the night when the autumn harvest was completed, our family had a full meal for the first time. It turned out that the meal was actually enough! After the meal, everyone sat around the stove, telling jokes happily, and everyone had a smile on their face.
But at a certain moment, everyone suddenly became quiet, and everyone stopped talking. I don’t know what they were thinking in their minds. Then, "Wow..." I cried. My father cried. My mother cried. My two brothers also cried.
. We cried so miserably, so miserably...
I don't know why I cried at that time, but I cried.
The father probably thought of his grandfather and grandma who died of starvation; the mother probably thought of his sister who starved to death; and the brothers probably thought of their friends who starved to death.
What about me? I don’t know, but I really cried.
Year after year, the days are getting better and better, and somewhere in my heart is becoming more and more restless. Finally, my two brothers have grown up! I know that I can finally leave with peace of mind and go find my dream.
distance.
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However, fate is too stubborn and seems not to allow me to find her.
Three immortals were killed.
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Corvee service, heavy taxes, famine, war...
I haven't gone far yet but I have already seen many things that I have seen and never seen before.
A year ago, my father passed away.
Half a year ago, my mother also passed away.
After that, the second brother and the third brother, who had just married new wives, also went.
Now, I have no worries and life can no longer bind me. Can I leave?
"But I don't!!!" This time, I want to look back for it!
I run away, I hide, I resist, I gather soldiers, I kill those pampered monks, kill the culprits of chaos, I want to avenge my father, my mother, my brother!!!
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Lying on the cracked river bed, quietly "listening" to the wails of my comrades and the cries of the folks...
I can't do it anymore, I really can't do it anymore. It's a pity that I have never been able to leave Chechi Country in my life, and I have never been to the "distant place" in my life.
"Tick tock, tick tock..."
Is it rain? Probably not. It has not rained for half a year. It must be my imagination.
I'm going to die, I'm going to die. My father used to say that people will see the most beautiful things before they die. I didn't believe it before, but now I do.
The rain fell, just like it was real.
A crow stood on a dead tree by the river.
"Are you taking me away?"
The crow didn't reply, just looked at me. It must also be my fantasy.
"What does it look like in the distance?" I asked myself.