SFS Page 647
Page 647
Thousands of birds and all-rounders.
The lonely boat Yukao Kazane and the snow of the Kangare Kanoe.
Fishing pulsatillas supported the boat and continued to go down the river.
The snow from the sky was falling more and more, falling on the mountains, on the bare willow trees that suddenly appeared by the lake, and falling on the lake.
With the lake as the center, it looks like an ink and wash landscape painting, blurring to the surroundings, the lake is frozen, the distant mountains are frozen, and the embankment willows on the bank are frozen.
It seems that everything is frozen, even the space is no exception.
Click!
Click!
Boo!
……
Under the water of the lake, a red carp swayed its tail and kept hitting the hard ice with its head and body. The red scales kept falling off again and again, but it seemed that it didn't know the pain and kept hitting.
Straw after trace of blood flowed from the red carp's body until there was no more scales on its body, until the breath was sluggish and it was dying.
The carp lying in the pool of blood looked at only a thin layer of ice, and a flash of determination flashed in its eyes, as if returning to the light. The whole fish was more excited than ever, and jumped towards the ice with all its strength.
Click!
The ice was finally broken.
The carp that jumped out of the water greedily breathed in the last breath of fresh air. The whole fish landed on the ice, its tail fluttered twice weakly, and its eyes gradually lost its luster and vitality.
Whoa!
With the sound of water splashes, a green carp about the size of a red carp appeared on the broken water surface, arching upwards forcefully, dragging the crushed ice into the lake, arching its body bit by bit, slowly expanding the narrow water surface .
The sharp ice surface cut through the scales, and large swathes of blood fell.
Green carp is always expanding.
Until the end, imitating the appearance of the red carp, he leaped vigorously, broke out of the water, flapped his tail vigorously a few times, fell beside the red carp, moved his mouth silently, and followed in the footsteps of the red carp.
wow.
As the water splashed again, a group of smaller, red or green or mixed red and green carps gathered on the water surface, sticking out their heads, breathing greedily.
Da da!
Dingling!
The sound of bells mixed with the sound of hard objects rubbing against the ice surface, a lame donkey with a dark coat and an old bell hanging under its neck, stepped on the ice step by step, and limped to the broken ice layer.
Scared a group of small carp to hide under the ice.
Stretching out his tongue, he drank a few sips of cold river water happily to relieve his thirst. The lame donkey took a few glances at the donkey and boldly emerged from the water, looked at his little red carp and donkey carp, raised his neck, He turned his head and glanced at the direction he came from, his cloudy eyes were full of vicissitudes.
There was a poor village there.
There is my past from birth to old age.
That is memory.
It is also sustenance.
It's time for him to go!
Glancing in the direction of the village with nostalgia, the lame donkey gradually walked in the opposite direction with the sound of bells that were not crisp.
There is the direction of the mountain.
Everything is buried there.
This is custom, but also destiny.
On the bank of the river, the lame donkey that stepped on the land looked at the carp that had resurfaced from the ice across the void, and suddenly slammed its two hind hooves on the ice.
Click!
Click!
……
The entire frozen lake instantly cracked countless cracks, all of which exploded and shattered into residual ice.
It was also this smash that woke up the sun, and the warm sunlight broke through the clouds, shone down, and spread its brilliance.
The ice has melted, the snow has melted, the water has cleared, the grass has turned green, and the mountains have turned green.
The willows sprout and the winter jasmine blooms.
Dingling!
The not-so-clear bells sounded in the mountains, and the lame donkey limped along the mountains, watching the small dirt slope that was getting closer and closer to the destination, biting a flower that was blooming right from the side of the road. The bright wild flowers are walking towards the slope with their mouths in their mouths.
I fell down and got up several times due to inconvenient movement.
The lame donkey staggered, crawled, and slowly climbed up the dirt slope, its bony body being scratched by sharp rocks.
Blood wets Desolation's fur.
Da da!
The lame donkey stopped in front of a tombstone, lowered its head and put the flowers in its mouth in front of the tombstone, raised its head and neighed a few times in grief, and anyone could hear the sadness in it.
His cloudy eyes were filled with water.
Dingling!
With the final sound of the copper bell, the lame donkey limped to the small mound behind the tombstone, curled up and squatted beside it, with a pair of cloudy eyes full of reminiscence of the past, so bright and frightening.
Then, like a fleeting firework, it was brilliant for a moment, then fell silent, and gradually lost its spirit.
The bell will not ring again.
The mountain wind blows past, blowing the fallen leaves of last year, falling on the donkey, and gradually covering the donkey's body.
The only exposed corner of the broken bell, under the sunlight, exudes blood red color.
As the wind moved, it faintly gave people the illusion of hearing a few crisp sounds in a trance.