Warmth in a Humble House

Preface: I once knelt down and prayed to the sky devoutly, hoping that I could become a penguin in the next life, wandering in the white frozen world with a big belly. It was a pure world, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world. Although there were plunder and killings from the sea and sky, it was after all a law of survival in the animal world. I have also been fascinated by the world of birds. It is a free world. They go out to feed in the morning and go to the forest at night. They can enjoy the gifts of nature to their heart's content, because what indulges them is the vast sky, which has a more open-minded mind than the sea that swallows hundreds of rivers, allowing the birds to spread their wings and fly carefree. However, this is just a dream, a dream that fascinates me. Penguins are protected by the white earth, and birds are pampered by the blue sky. But in reality, I can only follow Mr. Lu Xun's "hiding in a small building and becoming one" lifestyle and curling up in the world under my wife's skirt. On a cold winter night six years ago, a "cerebral infarction" disease ruthlessly pulled me off the artistic stage, pulled me out of the ranks of normal people, and threw me ruthlessly among the disabled. As a result, I, a country artist who was once known as "the best talent in Wushui", have been enjoying loneliness under the wings of love ever since. In this world filled with the stench of copper everywhere, my wife's kind love and legacy of classical civilization are doubly precious. (Unfinished)