While you are in Xi'an, your soul returns to your hometown. The only leisure time in my hometown is fishing. I made a "pin"-like "fishhook" by myself, scattered a few handfuls of alfalfa around the fishing line, sat on a boulder, crossed my legs, folded my hands, and watched the fish playing in the water and eating. Gradually, the soul comes out and overlooks the Danjiang River.
At the head of Danjiang River, there are green mountains and Lushui River. Young and old are playing, women are washing their yarn, cattle and sheep are perching on the beach, and storks and cranes are flying in the sky. The sky is quiet and people are free, and I forget both things. The heart is in the eight extremes, and the mind is wandering in thousands of places. All kinds of strange thoughts and random scribblings, but they are intended to be unreal and ethereal.
Whether it's a "fairy tale" or a "fable". For me, I had to give birth to a baby in ten months.
May 10, 2007