Famine is a suffocating mist that makes people gasp for breath and forces them to return to the most primitive beast state. This is a strange country because people eat people. Gray clouds cover each animal's body. When they reveal their sharp, ice-hard, ruthless and cold-blooded teeth and bite into the flesh of their kind, the smell of rust and the bright red color stimulate their nerves and senses. The flesh and blood was swallowed whole in the mouth, the mist seeped into the bone marrow little by little, and the unknown fear eroded this strange country.
When Nava was lying quietly in the large courtyard of the quiet sanatorium, she often recalled that she was in that strange country, and Dolma's palms stained with the smell of mud, blood and rust were covered in front of her eyes. Without the bright sunshine, in the darkness when you close your eyes, there are thorn roses blooming in the desert oasis for a moment, symbolizing love and hope, fighting against desire and despair with their own power.
He held her in a warm embrace. It was obvious that dryness, hunger and thirst were all sneering at Nava, but at that moment Nava admitted that she felt at ease.
Dolma's eyes were firm, and she shook her head seriously and told her: "Wawa, you are my responsibility, and I will not eat you."
These are words filled with a strange atmosphere, and they are also the most innocent years.
In the scorching, hot and thirsty brilliance of the sun, in the endless darkness of starlight, she held the priceless celadon jar of the Eastern Han Dynasty tightly with her left arm, and held Dolma's hand with her right hand, carrying in her heart a thorny rose about the 'Porcelain Kingdom'.