In the early morning, the wild flowers in the woods were still covered with dew and looked particularly beautiful in the sunshine.
Suddenly, there was a "tuk-tuk..." Sound coming from the path. In the distance, I saw a carriage loaded with firewood slowly approaching. The driver was a skinny old man in his fifties or sixties. He huddled in the car with his eyes slightly closed, waving a riding crop in his right hand and holding a pipe in his left hand. However, the carriage was not going smoothly because of the uneven mountain road. Fortunately, the horse driving the car was also very old and could barely pull the cart of firewood, so it didn't go very fast, and the old man was able to take a few puffs of smoke.
