Introduction to the work "The Orion's Twins"
Lin Dong woke up from a high fever and became a poor hunter in the Daxingan Mountains. The parents are gone, leaving behind a three-year-old twin brother and sister. The rice jar has bottomed out and the mountains are covered with heavy snow. He picked up the rusty spear and walked into the old forest, relying on his eyes to see the fluorescent footprints left by the prey.
He thought it was a golden finger, but later he learned that it was called "Ting Jin". If the soles of your feet are firmly planted, things under the ground will come up on their own. The heartbeat of a bear, the flow of water, the turning of mineral veins.
His childhood sweetheart, Shen Xiulan, sent a message to his mother: "Help my aunt watch him." She really watched him all her life. She stuck each bunch of wild flowers in the cracks in the wall and didn't throw them away after drying. Later, she married into the town and became the godmother of twins. Su Minxue, a female teacher at a commune primary school, did Zhanzhuang to cure her cough. When she stood on the podium, her breath subsided and her voice became steady. She waited for him for three winters.
Someone outside the mountain wants to mine. Lin Dong stood next to the drill hole, doing nothing but standing. As long as people stand, things under the ground will be stable. Xiaolei's spear is full of marks, and Xiaoxuepai's Stone City Bear will squat next to it and watch. The bear teaches the little bear to know the way, and the man teaches the baby to stand.
Generation after generation, they guard the same mountain and the same love. Where the mountains are, so are the people. That's enough.
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The author says: About "The Orion Twins"
The original intention of writing this book was to write something different in hunting articles. It's not "golden fingers sweeping across the mountains and forests", but - a person standing in the Black Pine Hall, with his feet on the ground and his anger sinking into his pubic area. The bear came out of the canyon and looked at him across half the mesa. He neither retreats nor advances. After a long time the bear turned and walked away. He left too.
This is what I want to write about hunting.
There are a lot of "slow" things in the book. Lin Dong stood in the stance, from Xiaohan to the beginning of spring, from standing with trembling legs to feeling heavy on the soles of his feet. Xiao Lei was weaving baskets, but countless baskets were wasted, and his fingers were cut by the bamboo strips, weaving from winter to spring. Shen Xiulan inserted each bunch of dried flowers into the cracks in the wall and did not throw them away after drying.
Hunting is survival, daily life is survival. Craftsmanship is passed down from generation to generation, and the road is made step by step. The slow ones wade out of the deep road, while those behind walk steadily.
If after reading it you feel that where the mountains are, people are also there - then I did not write in vain.
I'm a new author. Dear readers, please bear with me. If you have any suggestions, please mention them in the comment area. I will try my best to modify them [please pay attention]
The author says: About "The Orion Twins" The original intention of writing this book was to write something different in hunting articles. It's not "golden fingers sweeping across the mountains and forests", but - a person standing in the Black Pine Hall, with his feet on the ground and his anger sinking into his pubic area. The bear came out of the canyon and looked at him across half the mesa. He neither retreats nor advances. After a long time the bear turned and walked away. He left too. This is what I want to write about hunting. There are a lot of "slow" things in the book. Lin Dong stood in the stance, from Xiaohan to the beginning of spring, from standing with trembling legs to feeling heavy on the soles of his feet. Xiao Lei was weaving baskets, but countless baskets were wasted, and his fingers were cut by the bamboo strips, weaving from winter to spring. Shen Xiulan inserted each bunch of dried flowers into the cracks in the wall and did not throw them away after drying. Hunting is survival, daily life is survival. Craftsmanship is passed down from generation to generation, and the road is made step by step. The slow ones wade out of the deep road, while those behind walk steadily. If after reading it you feel that where the mountains are, people are also there - then I did not write in vain. I'm a new author. Dear readers, please bear with me. If you have any suggestions, please mention them in the comment area. I will try my best to modify them [please pay attention]