This is a novel about life in the mountains and forests of the modern countryside.
Towering mountains and deep ravines, prowling beasts: this is the world he faces.
Roaming the forests, scaling cliffs and climbing trees, living among the beasts: this is his life.
In this desolate world, he is alone, and the greed of the poachers makes his life fraught with danger. Yet he is steadfast in his love for every living thing in the mountains. His optimism and extraordinary skills help him risk his life again and again to protect nature, weathering countless setbacks and repeatedly turning the tide when all seems lost...
Along the way, several young and beautiful women enter his life, drawing him into the whirlpool of love and forcing him to navigate his relationships with them. There is true love and false love, gain and loss, sincere friends and fair-weather acquaintances looking out for their own interests...
When the enraged beasts stain the green hills with blood, and grief reaches its peak, fate makes new arrangements for his love and the life that lies ahead.
Theme:
It feels good. However, it is said that the official ban on mistresses is not allowed to appear in literary and artistic works (of course, the Internet can say otherwise), so you are a little rash.
It's hard to leave a poor family, especially for grandma.
Those who win big prizes in the lottery often have disasters one after another, and getting rich unexpectedly is not necessarily a good thing.
Good people go to heaven and bad people go to hell. It can be said that there is a clear distinction between gods and ghosts.
A friend who will never betray.
Occurrence, development, and ending, no one can escape this circle.
Flatter me, you can be proud.
Step by step, I made it all by myself.
This is a stupid manifestation of a weak concept of money. And this kind of situation probably only exists in the isolated mountains.
The gods return to the temple and the ghosts return to the grave. The moon waxes and wanes. Grandma said it all, very insightful. Grandpa's saying, "The beads in the abacus must be numbered straight" is also a classic.