If you give me three days of light

Chapter 13 Autumn in the Mountains
I returned to my hometown in the South that fall, loaded with fond memories.Whenever I think of this trip to the north, my heart is filled with joy.

The beginning of my new life seemed to begin with this trip.The fresh and beautiful world puts all its treasures at my feet, allowing me to search for new knowledge to my heart's content.I feel everything in the world with my whole body and mind all the time. My life is full of vitality, just like those little insects that live and die, condensing all the energy and vitality of my life into one day to release.Many acquainted with me, have spelled out in my hand the thought to be expressed, and this fills my thoughts with joyful sympathy.Isn't this a miracle?Between my heart and other people's hearts, there used to be a wasteland full of wild flowers, but now it seems that a road has been opened up, and red flowers and green grass are cultivated, becoming a vibrant oasis.

There is a mountain about 20 kilometers away from Tus Gambia with a pleasant view. Our family spent that autumn there.There is a small summer villa for our family on the mountain. It is called "Fengtail Grass Stone Mine". , twists and turns, and turns round and round when encountering rocks, and flows straight down, forming small waterfalls, like warm smiling faces, welcoming guests from afar.

The open spaces were overgrown with ferns, covering the limestone and sometimes even the creek.The mountains are densely wooded, with tall oaks and evergreens with lush branches.Their trunks are like moss-covered stone pillars, and their branches are twined with verdant ivy and soft parasitic grass.The fragrance from the persimmon tree permeates every corner of the woods, refreshing and soul-stirring.In some places, wild grapes climbed from one tree to another, forming many trellises made of vines, and colorful butterflies and bees flew between the trellises, busy.In the evening, in the grass and flowers deep in the dense forest, there are bursts of fragrance, so refreshing and pleasant, how can it not be intoxicating and refreshing!

On the top of Huashan Mountain, our villa is hidden among oak and pine trees. Although it is simple, it has a beautiful environment.The house is very small, divided into two rows on the left and right, with a long corridor without a roof in the middle.A spacious verandah is built around the house, and whenever the breeze blows, the air is filled with the aroma from the green trees.We spend most of our time on the veranda, where we have classes, eat, and play games.Beside the back door was a tall, large butternut tree surrounded by stone steps.The front of the house is also shaded by trees. Sitting on the veranda, you can not only reach out and touch the rough tree trunks, but also feel the branches swaying in the breeze, and the leaves rustling with the wind.

Many friends often come here as guests.In the evening, the men played cards, chatted and played games around the campfire.They boasted of their prowess in hunting wild fowl and catching fish, and described how they caught the clever and cunning fox in their pockets, how many fierce salmon they caught, how many wild ducks and turkeys they shot, how they caught the quick squirrel by tricks, How to catch a fast running deer by surprise.They spoke vividly and vividly, and I thought to myself that jackals, tigers and leopards would have no place to stand in front of these scheming hunters.

Those who listened fascinated finally gave up and went back to bed, and the storyteller always wished everyone a good night: "See you tomorrow at the hunting ground"!These people slept in makeshift tents on the porch outside our house.My ears were filled with the snoring of hunters and the barking of hounds all night long.

At dawn, the aroma of coffee, the shock of shotgun strikes, and the sound of hunters walking back and forth often wake me from my dreams as they prepare to go.I can also feel the sound of horseshoes.The horses were brought in from the city by hunters, and were tied to trees all night.In the morning, they neigh and can't wait to break free from the reins and start hunting with their masters.The hunters finally got on their horses one by one, just as the folk song sang: "The horse is galloping, the reins are tight, the whip is rattling, the hounds are in front, hunters! The expedition is on."

All morning, we have been busy preparing lunch.Light a fire in the deep pit that has been dug on the ground, set up thick and long branches, and use iron wires to string meat on top of the barbecue.A dark-skinned servant crouched by the fire pit, waving long, thin branches to repel flies.The aroma of the barbecue is mouth-watering, and I am already hungry before the table is set.

Before the lunch was ready, the hunters came back in twos and threes.They were exhausted, the horses were foaming at the mouth, and the hounds were panting and running with their heads down.Even so, there is no gain at all. They are empty-handed and have nothing.

Everyone described their hunting experience during the meal. They all claimed to have seen more than one deer that was close at hand, but unfortunately, just when the hounds were about to catch up and tried to raise their guns to aim and shoot, they suddenly disappeared. trace.Their luck was like the little boy in a fairy tale who said he almost caught a rabbit, but he only saw the rabbit's footprints.Soon, the hunters put all the unpleasant things behind them, and everyone sat around the table.Enjoy a delicious lunch - roast beef and pork, instead of game such as venison, who let them not hunt mountain deer?
Just this fall, I bred a pony and named her Black Beauty, after a book I had just read.This horse is very similar to the horse in the book, especially the black hair and the white star on the forehead are exactly the same.I often ride it for a walk in the mountains, admiring the charming scenery in the wild, I am really happy!When the horse was tame, Miss Sullivan released the rein and let it roam freely.The horse stopped by the path to graze for a while, and stopped by the small tree for a while, nibbling a few leaves.

Sometimes, not in the mood for riding, I went for a walk in the woods with Miss Sullivan after breakfast.In my joy, I deliberately let myself get lost among the woods and vines, where the winding paths are trampled by oxen and horses.When bushes block the way, take a detour.When we return, we always bring back a few bunches of flowers and plants, which are all picked from the mountains, such as sweet-scented osmanthus, goldenrod or phoenix and other unique flowers and plants in the south.

Although I don't like to eat persimmons, occasionally, I happily pick persimmons with Mijuli and my cousins, because I like their unique fragrance.Prefer to find them in grass and leaves.Sometimes we went to pick all kinds of nuts, and I helped them peel chestnuts, help them break the hard shells of hickory nuts and walnuts, and then taste the huge, sweet and delicious walnut kernels.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a railway stretching into the distance.The train often passed us quickly, and sometimes it let out a long, shrill cry, which made us run into the house in fright.But my sister was not as frightened as we were, and she often came to me excitedly to tell me that there was a cow or a horse walking around on the railway, and it seemed that she did not hear the shriek of the whistle.

There is a deep canyon 16 kilometers away from the villa, and a viaduct spans across it. The distance between the sleepers on the bridge is very large. Walking on the bridge is like stepping on the tip of a knife.

I dared not and never thought of walking across this bridge until one day Miss Sullivan took my sister and I lost our way in the woods and walked for hours without finding our way home .

Suddenly, the younger sister pointed to the front with her little finger and shouted excitedly: "The viaduct, the viaduct"!In fact, we would rather take any other difficult path than cross this bridge, but it was getting late, and the bridge in front of us was the only shortcut, so in desperation, I had to tiptoe and try with those sleepers.At first I wasn't very scared, and I was walking steadily. Suddenly, I felt a "click, click" vibration coming from a distance, and it seemed to be getting closer.

At this time, my sister screamed: "The train is coming!" If we hadn't immediately fell on the cross post, we might have been crushed to pieces.It's dangerous!I felt the heat of the train blowing up in my face, and the soot and ash in it choked us almost out of breath.The train was rushing away, the viaduct was shaking, and people seemed to be thrown into the abyss.We steadied ourselves in a hurry, and it took a lot of effort to get up.After night fell for a long time, we finally groped our way back home, but what we saw was an empty room without any trace of our family members. It turned out that they had all gone to look for us in the dense forest.

(End of this chapter)