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A litter of “dead cubs”
ACT Ⅰ
I had never dreamed that one articulo mortis cub,would weakly pray for my help and define my entire life after when I first stepped on the ground of Rouergai to sketch from the nature......
I felt the thin air and the blazing sun immediately once I set foot on the plateau with a 4000 meter’s elevation.No plantations could ever grow here,there's only broad meadows and twisting mountains.According to the local,Rouergai means "where yaks like".Holy jokuls,flying prayer flags,whelming livestock under the leisure clouds,magnificent Tibetan Buddhism temples against the clear sky......all of these in the spectrum will definite that this is surely the realm of freedom that every artist is looking for.
During April,the sun that was depressed for a whole winter started cooking every inch of the plateau.At noon,with no shade to rest and water supplement long since died out,me,carrying my canvas sketching pin and luggage on my back,felt so thirsty that I could drink the sea dry.I finally found a cottage on the no-edge meadow and pushed opened the door without hesitation only for a cup of water.
Their enthusiasm were apparently triggered by me,a rare Han Chinese visitor.An old women served buttered tea and knead a piece of zanba for me.A few herdsman that knew little Chinese started to chitchatter with me from pole to pole,and later,they started to discuss about the new news about wolves,and I was promptly attracted,since I am a wildlife enthusiast.“I haven’t seen such a wolf like that for a long time now!”said the old woman,sitting on the opposite side and counting the prayer beads she had just took off,”A wolf probed in to a sheepfold and ran off with a sheep a few days ago.And once the news spread out,the hunters set traps tempting to catch him.But a few days after,the trap disappeared!And after that,we found the trap,but had only a bitten claw instead of the wolf itself they meant to catch!It flew away!
“The wolf bit his own claw?”I cried out,shocked.Although I’ve read these storyboards in novels,but I always treated them as only so-called”literature stories”.Now as I’m being an audience of a live story,told by the local shepherds,I’m again startled with terror,”Is there really such things?”
“Yeah!The wolves here are more resolute than you can think!”The old women nodded continually as if she’s trying to hammer my brain nails.Then,In the noisy supplements of the herdsman,I tried to rebuild the scene that time according to her description that is always on and off.
The trapped wolf,that bit his clumped front claw at once when he realized he was mingled,for he can’t go far away with the clip,turned over and ran for his life.He was tracked down by a couple of dogs for he had left a trace of blood.The wolf saw that he cannot climb with only three claws,and,flurried,hid himself in the stone’s cracks in a pile of stones at the bottom of the hill,with his head toward the outside,facing the dogs and defending himself with all his might.Of the surrounding dogs,one young dog,thought the hunting easy when seeing a lame wolf,and rushed in without calculating because of lack in experience.The dog’s head and throat were nailed by the underestimated wolf just as he sent in half his body.The eyeballs blasted.And the dog died at the entrance with his throat ripped before he could say anything,as the wolf swung his head.The rest of the mobs lost their courage to fight anymore,and did nothing but sending errands to their masters by barking,and the wolf was also reluctant to exit the crack.
The hunters,hearing all the noise there,came and drummed out the cowards.When seeing only a not-very-deep crack,they banded their knife at the top of their herding clubs,then,they stabbed it into the crack and shook it crazily,and left the wolf killed by the knife.When the hunter saw there was no movement,he picked out the club with the dead wolf,too see a terrifying scene:The knife of a ruler long pierced straightly into the wolf’s mouth,blood were bubbling from the mouth and throat,and huge columns of blood were streaming down the knife’s edge.The knife was swallowed and tightly griped,the hunter tried in vain to pull the knife out.
When hearing this,I took a formidable sip of tea,and felt my throat indisposed,as if the knife had poked in my throat.
But the herdsman didn’t realize my malaise at all,and took the microphone from granny’s hands,”When that wolf died,his head,eyes and ears were almost all knifed apart,leaving only an eye staring at his executioner.The knife had only left souvenirs on his head,but made no damage on his back at all!What do you say about it?”He left a tasty question in the air,filled his bowl with liquor,and enjoyed my apparently at sea expression while he took a sip from his bowl,”The wolf snatched for the knife all the time until he died.A dog would been trying to back away and flinch after he had tasted the knife twice or so,but he didn’t.Isn’t he a resolute living?
I felt chilly from head to toe,as if the sharp knife in the strait chap is pricking insanely before me
“That hunter was such lucky!”Another herdsman with a long beard said astonished,”He fetched a nearly intact wolf hide,only missing a claw.”
I closed my eyes and sighed,with revere and pity both spilled in my heart.I loved animals since I was a child.A generation that grown up in Zhaozhongxiang’s “animal world”,so I had some knowledge of every kind of animal.But when it comes to wolves,I always think that he is not a normal animal,mysterious,cold,mean and august.From the stories I have heard about animals,only wolves can make such an decision to break it’s claw,flea from the clip by disabling itself,and to buy life with such an expensive price,and any other animal would never think of it.Such a pity that this persevering and formidable wolf still hadn’t avoided the adversity of death.I suddenly want to witness and touch the wolf’s“coast armor” he left,to experience the wolf spirit that I had always thought to exist only in novels and rumors.
A litter of “dead cubs”
ACT Ⅰ
I had never dreamed that one articulo mortis cub,would weakly pray for my help and define my entire life after when I first stepped on the ground of Rouergai to sketch from the nature......
I felt the thin air and the blazing sun immediately once I set foot on the plateau with a 4000 meter’s elevation.No plantations could ever grow here,there's only broad meadows and twisting mountains.According to the local,Rouergai means "where yaks like".Holy jokuls,flying prayer flags,whelming livestock under the leisure clouds,magnificent Tibetan Buddhism temples against the clear sky......all of these in the spectrum will definite that this is surely the realm of freedom that every artist is looking for.
During April,the sun that was depressed for a whole winter started cooking every inch of the plateau.At noon,with no shade to rest and water supplement long since died out,me,carrying my canvas sketching pin and luggage on my back,felt so thirsty that I could drink the sea dry.I finally found a cottage on the no-edge meadow and pushed opened the door without hesitation only for a cup of water.
Their enthusiasm were apparently triggered by me,a rare Han Chinese visitor.An old women served buttered tea and knead a piece of zanba for me.A few herdsman that knew little Chinese started to chitchatter with me from pole to pole,and later,they started to discuss about the new news about wolves,and I was promptly attracted,since I am a wildlife enthusiast.“I haven’t seen such a wolf like that for a long time now!”said the old woman,sitting on the opposite side and counting the prayer beads she had just took off,”A wolf probed in to a sheepfold and ran off with a sheep a few days ago.And once the news spread out,the hunters set traps tempting to catch him.But a few days after,the trap disappeared!And after that,we found the trap,but had only a bitten claw instead of the wolf itself they meant to catch!It flew away!
“The wolf bit his own claw?”I cried out,shocked.Although I’ve read these storyboards in novels,but I always treated them as only so-called”literature stories”.Now as I’m being an audience of a live story,told by the local shepherds,I’m again startled with terror,”Is there really such things?”
“Yeah!The wolves here are more resolute than you can think!”The old women nodded continually as if she’s trying to hammer my brain nails.Then,In the noisy supplements of the herdsman,I tried to rebuild the scene that time according to her description that is always on and off.
The trapped wolf,that bit his clumped front claw at once when he realized he was mingled,for he can’t go far away with the clip,turned over and ran for his life.He was tracked down by a couple of dogs for he had left a trace of blood.The wolf saw that he cannot climb with only three claws,and,flurried,hid himself in the stone’s cracks in a pile of stones at the bottom of the hill,with his head toward the outside,facing the dogs and defending himself with all his might.Of the surrounding dogs,one young dog,thought the hunting easy when seeing a lame wolf,and rushed in without calculating because of lack in experience.The dog’s head and throat were nailed by the underestimated wolf just as he sent in half his body.The eyeballs blasted.And the dog died at the entrance with his throat ripped before he could say anything,as the wolf swung his head.The rest of the mobs lost their courage to fight anymore,and did nothing but sending errands to their masters by barking,and the wolf was also reluctant to exit the crack.
The hunters,hearing all the noise there,came and drummed out the cowards.When seeing only a not-very-deep crack,they banded their knife at the top of their herding clubs,then,they stabbed it into the crack and shook it crazily,and left the wolf killed by the knife.When the hunter saw there was no movement,he picked out the club with the dead wolf,too see a terrifying scene:The knife of a ruler long pierced straightly into the wolf’s mouth,blood were bubbling from the mouth and throat,and huge columns of blood were streaming down the knife’s edge.The knife was swallowed and tightly griped,the hunter tried in vain to pull the knife out.
When hearing this,I took a formidable sip of tea,and felt my throat indisposed,as if the knife had poked in my throat.
But the herdsman didn’t realize my malaise at all,and took the microphone from granny’s hands,”When that wolf died,his head,eyes and ears were almost all knifed apart,leaving only an eye staring at his executioner.The knife had only left souvenirs on his head,but made no damage on his back at all!What do you say about it?”He left a tasty question in the air,filled his bowl with liquor,and enjoyed my apparently at sea expression while he took a sip from his bowl,”The wolf snatched for the knife all the time until he died.A dog would been trying to back away and flinch after he had tasted the knife twice or so,but he didn’t.Isn’t he a resolute living?
I felt chilly from head to toe,as if the sharp knife in the strait chap is pricking insanely before me
“That hunter was such lucky!”Another herdsman with a long beard said astonished,”He fetched a nearly intact wolf hide,only missing a claw.”
I closed my eyes and sighed,with revere and pity both spilled in my heart.I loved animals since I was a child.A generation that grown up in Zhaozhongxiang’s “animal world”,so I had some knowledge of every kind of animal.But when it comes to wolves,I always think that he is not a normal animal,mysterious,cold,mean and august.From the stories I have heard about animals,only wolves can make such an decision to break it’s claw,flea from the clip by disabling itself,and to buy life with such an expensive price,and any other animal would never think of it.Such a pity that this persevering and formidable wolf still hadn’t avoided the adversity of death.I suddenly want to witness and touch the wolf’s“coast armor” he left,to experience the wolf spirit that I had always thought to exist only in novels and rumors.
But the progress was nothing so smooth as I thought to be.I thought that this touching story would be boasted by anyone,but when dark,asking a few men,they knew nothing about this,but instead,they showed huge curiosity to me,this foreigner,and asking a enormous amount of questions about the cities.I finally found out awkwardly that there was a significant phenomenon of “urban surrounding”,when we are fascinated by the news in the original ecology,the herdsman,in the opposite,are more interested in the changing foreign culture.Their request fore news has long since overbrimed the cup of animal lives,and probably only those who had experienced the altering of the meadows,and people such devout like granny would be able to care so much about the animals.
I haven’t even found a single clue,causing a depression of disappointment,dismay and even a instant of suspect.Wasn’t I to naive to seek like this relying on only a minute of passion and words from only one aspect?
I surrendered immediately to the the tiredness of rushing on the oxygen-poor plateau without the passion anymore.I set my back on the lawn and look over the clearing starry sky.Kicking of my shoes alternately,I found a few huge bladders on my feet because of all the friction.Although with the sunblock,My fore head and nose was still almost ripped open thanks to the blazing sun,as if smeared with pepper,burning once attaching to anything.And with the abusing sun retreating,the windy meadow suddenly became another freezing world.The melted taele began to roach and freeze again.
I started to shiver in the cold,and coated all the clothes I took of in the hot sun,chose a gentle slope in fashion,mustering strength to put up a tent and slept promptly
That night I dreamed all about the howls when the wolves died and the cubs crying piteously for food.After a few turns,I can’tcouldn’t sleep for a second anymore,and started to think about every detail the herdsman described,the devout old woman and the admiration released from the herdsman,and feeling the beads the old woman left as a gift.This rumor must be true,for they had no reason to lie tome,although the credit crisis in the modern city,but I’m still willing to believe those who had kind of friendliness toward it.
I realized I underestimated the difficulty,the percentage is near zero to win a lottery by seeking luck aimlessly.But just as I was sank in disappointment,the detail that the father was flayed enlightened me.Now as the pasturing area became increasingly prosperous,and the conventional handwork was long since obsolete,and wearing jeans and jackets.But most of them can’t shorten leather by themselves,so,along with most of the cow and sheep hides,the leather were uniformly bought and processed by the suburbs’ cobblers.As the wolf hide was peeled,the best option is to find somebody to shorten it.And more importantly,it’s a precious wolf hide,and it is must released at somewhere the hottest,the roads hotels and restaurants littered beside them are just these places,where the information is of the best informed.Of the most unfortunate,I can find a cobbler and find some hints.Thinking of these,I sat up exited,but suddenly realizing that the cherished pup’s hides may be skinned and transacted,I again set myself on fire.
I had already cleared up the tent just as the violet horizon was just bright enough to make out the outline of the mountains,Nibbling a piece of dried noodles,located the direction with the GPS,bandaging the few bladders,and hurriedly rushed on the lumpy pasture with my feet at a different height.
My aim was only to stroll about and sketch for the first few days when I came to Rouergai,so I didn’t feel very tired in the normal pace.But as now,my mission is to find one in the quickest time,my pace had surely quickened.This is nothing but a easy task,the task’s difficulty to walk by foot for a long period was attributed to the thin air here,such a examination for the power and endurance.But the good thing s that my basics’ were built exceedingly well,as if a little bull.
I was born at a little village in Chuanxi,and was said that never letting my mother ease by the victim herself.Dawdled for a year inside my pregnant mother,and was mistaken as a boy roughly depending on a weight of approximately 9.4 pounds and thick arms and legs,and,of course,surprised my relatives with a definition to be a girl.My father was teaching at a local middle school and my mother had no spare time either,so I ended up to be raised by my grandmother.When I was two years old,my grandmother took me t play at my father’s school,and I climbed on the basketball stand in a few seconds and peeped out in curiosity,setting my granny crying for help and ready to catch me anytime.I swung like a monkey and even bicycle kicked but just not falling of,choking my terrified gran-gran.A few audacious boys also climbed on the stand trying to embrace me off the stack,and came back with the achievement to be dislocating my shoulders.
I was even more naughty when I was six years old,always amid the boys.Spraying sticks,climbing trees,ascending walls,braking horns,creep up the tractor,shooting birds with rubber bands,exploring on the mountains equipped with edged bamboo,bouncing on the roof when wrapped around with a cloth and pretending to be a superman......There are many dogs in the little village,the thing we most often do is to snatch the tails and see who releases last......I’m usually that last one.But the strange thing is that although the dogs always blew their top and fly into a rage,they also never bit me.
I am no longer in my grandmother’s range.My mum had often been forced with anger to say,”When can you finally be like a girl? Such a hoyden you are!And don’t even think of gamboling out there!”.For my records of making troubles,I had experienced many spanks,but that can’t possibly curb my unruliness.I had protested for the right for freedom outside in the way of stiffly falling down like a dead man and injured myself with a black and blue face whenever anybody wanted to limit my freedom.
With the aim to bound my mischief,my parents decisively choose to give up their treasure and sent me to my relatives’ in Chengdu.The eight year old me who came to this unfamiliar place alone became more naughty which was the converse of what my parents hoped without all the limitations and boundaries formulated by my parents.Adding beards to the principle’s image,creeping into the morgue to open the closet.I also became a fan of shooting,carrying a rifle to the shooting gallery proud as a peacock everyday.My advanced physical foundation comparing to the other city dwellers contributed to my first prizes in track and field of every grade,and also the success in the regional sports competitions.But although my comfort attributed to physical quality,my scores was a great mercy wedding.
My studies relies on my mood.Best in the school and being nowhere are both the best describes of the exams.Able to doctor Dingling’s master work “The sun shines upon the Sanggan river” into “The sun shines upon three monks” on the college’s test papers.
“This scholastic just didn’t learn at all,and not listening carefully even when cheating.”Scuff can be scatter around the whole desk as my head teacher kept waving his head when evaluating my examination.
What really changed my character and hobbies is an afternoon when I just stepped in the the middle school gate accompanied by a breeze of wind,and,passed through the music classroom and observing a sister with shoulder-length hair playing the tune “The Maiden’s Prayer” with the piano.The shade outside shadowed upon her lavender eleven produced an elegant and peaceful picture along with the graceful music shocked me as anybody else would:there is such a graceful image ,such unconstrained notes in the world,I must also dominate my own freedom and art.
Since then I fell in love with music and painting and embroidery......I studied everything about art,and succeeded this passion for more than 10 years,with the character extremely gentle.But behind the superficial gentleness,the roots off my unlimited wildness seeded while childhood is still there,and often pricking out of my pocket carelessly.In high school,I often skip classes and fly over the window to play the piano inside the music classroom.After that,the music teacher found the footprints and locked the window adding an iron wire for security.I struggled in vain to open the window and,in turn,came in front of the door,seeing nobody around,and tread open the door after lifting my skirt.And turned back to the gentle character when adjusting my skirt again,and continued to play the piano.
I attracted one when high-school,who catlike peered at the painting me and listened to my tune,and defined me as the gentle one in his perspective.But one day, he saw me flying over a wall,and what’s the most awkward is that I fell right before him.In that instant,he could swallow a whole bun into his mouth,with his eyes filled with disillusion,and disliking me for the rest of the time.But that won’t change a single bit of the free,bold,recklessly,ambitious,rigid,and uncontrollable me.
I haven’t even found a single clue,causing a depression of disappointment,dismay and even a instant of suspect.Wasn’t I to naive to seek like this relying on only a minute of passion and words from only one aspect?
I surrendered immediately to the the tiredness of rushing on the oxygen-poor plateau without the passion anymore.I set my back on the lawn and look over the clearing starry sky.Kicking of my shoes alternately,I found a few huge bladders on my feet because of all the friction.Although with the sunblock,My fore head and nose was still almost ripped open thanks to the blazing sun,as if smeared with pepper,burning once attaching to anything.And with the abusing sun retreating,the windy meadow suddenly became another freezing world.The melted taele began to roach and freeze again.
I started to shiver in the cold,and coated all the clothes I took of in the hot sun,chose a gentle slope in fashion,mustering strength to put up a tent and slept promptly
That night I dreamed all about the howls when the wolves died and the cubs crying piteously for food.After a few turns,I can’tcouldn’t sleep for a second anymore,and started to think about every detail the herdsman described,the devout old woman and the admiration released from the herdsman,and feeling the beads the old woman left as a gift.This rumor must be true,for they had no reason to lie tome,although the credit crisis in the modern city,but I’m still willing to believe those who had kind of friendliness toward it.
I realized I underestimated the difficulty,the percentage is near zero to win a lottery by seeking luck aimlessly.But just as I was sank in disappointment,the detail that the father was flayed enlightened me.Now as the pasturing area became increasingly prosperous,and the conventional handwork was long since obsolete,and wearing jeans and jackets.But most of them can’t shorten leather by themselves,so,along with most of the cow and sheep hides,the leather were uniformly bought and processed by the suburbs’ cobblers.As the wolf hide was peeled,the best option is to find somebody to shorten it.And more importantly,it’s a precious wolf hide,and it is must released at somewhere the hottest,the roads hotels and restaurants littered beside them are just these places,where the information is of the best informed.Of the most unfortunate,I can find a cobbler and find some hints.Thinking of these,I sat up exited,but suddenly realizing that the cherished pup’s hides may be skinned and transacted,I again set myself on fire.
I had already cleared up the tent just as the violet horizon was just bright enough to make out the outline of the mountains,Nibbling a piece of dried noodles,located the direction with the GPS,bandaging the few bladders,and hurriedly rushed on the lumpy pasture with my feet at a different height.
My aim was only to stroll about and sketch for the first few days when I came to Rouergai,so I didn’t feel very tired in the normal pace.But as now,my mission is to find one in the quickest time,my pace had surely quickened.This is nothing but a easy task,the task’s difficulty to walk by foot for a long period was attributed to the thin air here,such a examination for the power and endurance.But the good thing s that my basics’ were built exceedingly well,as if a little bull.
I was born at a little village in Chuanxi,and was said that never letting my mother ease by the victim herself.Dawdled for a year inside my pregnant mother,and was mistaken as a boy roughly depending on a weight of approximately 9.4 pounds and thick arms and legs,and,of course,surprised my relatives with a definition to be a girl.My father was teaching at a local middle school and my mother had no spare time either,so I ended up to be raised by my grandmother.When I was two years old,my grandmother took me t play at my father’s school,and I climbed on the basketball stand in a few seconds and peeped out in curiosity,setting my granny crying for help and ready to catch me anytime.I swung like a monkey and even bicycle kicked but just not falling of,choking my terrified gran-gran.A few audacious boys also climbed on the stand trying to embrace me off the stack,and came back with the achievement to be dislocating my shoulders.
I was even more naughty when I was six years old,always amid the boys.Spraying sticks,climbing trees,ascending walls,braking horns,creep up the tractor,shooting birds with rubber bands,exploring on the mountains equipped with edged bamboo,bouncing on the roof when wrapped around with a cloth and pretending to be a superman......There are many dogs in the little village,the thing we most often do is to snatch the tails and see who releases last......I’m usually that last one.But the strange thing is that although the dogs always blew their top and fly into a rage,they also never bit me.
I am no longer in my grandmother’s range.My mum had often been forced with anger to say,”When can you finally be like a girl? Such a hoyden you are!And don’t even think of gamboling out there!”.For my records of making troubles,I had experienced many spanks,but that can’t possibly curb my unruliness.I had protested for the right for freedom outside in the way of stiffly falling down like a dead man and injured myself with a black and blue face whenever anybody wanted to limit my freedom.
With the aim to bound my mischief,my parents decisively choose to give up their treasure and sent me to my relatives’ in Chengdu.The eight year old me who came to this unfamiliar place alone became more naughty which was the converse of what my parents hoped without all the limitations and boundaries formulated by my parents.Adding beards to the principle’s image,creeping into the morgue to open the closet.I also became a fan of shooting,carrying a rifle to the shooting gallery proud as a peacock everyday.My advanced physical foundation comparing to the other city dwellers contributed to my first prizes in track and field of every grade,and also the success in the regional sports competitions.But although my comfort attributed to physical quality,my scores was a great mercy wedding.
My studies relies on my mood.Best in the school and being nowhere are both the best describes of the exams.Able to doctor Dingling’s master work “The sun shines upon the Sanggan river” into “The sun shines upon three monks” on the college’s test papers.
“This scholastic just didn’t learn at all,and not listening carefully even when cheating.”Scuff can be scatter around the whole desk as my head teacher kept waving his head when evaluating my examination.
What really changed my character and hobbies is an afternoon when I just stepped in the the middle school gate accompanied by a breeze of wind,and,passed through the music classroom and observing a sister with shoulder-length hair playing the tune “The Maiden’s Prayer” with the piano.The shade outside shadowed upon her lavender eleven produced an elegant and peaceful picture along with the graceful music shocked me as anybody else would:there is such a graceful image ,such unconstrained notes in the world,I must also dominate my own freedom and art.
Since then I fell in love with music and painting and embroidery......I studied everything about art,and succeeded this passion for more than 10 years,with the character extremely gentle.But behind the superficial gentleness,the roots off my unlimited wildness seeded while childhood is still there,and often pricking out of my pocket carelessly.In high school,I often skip classes and fly over the window to play the piano inside the music classroom.After that,the music teacher found the footprints and locked the window adding an iron wire for security.I struggled in vain to open the window and,in turn,came in front of the door,seeing nobody around,and tread open the door after lifting my skirt.And turned back to the gentle character when adjusting my skirt again,and continued to play the piano.
I attracted one when high-school,who catlike peered at the painting me and listened to my tune,and defined me as the gentle one in his perspective.But one day, he saw me flying over a wall,and what’s the most awkward is that I fell right before him.In that instant,he could swallow a whole bun into his mouth,with his eyes filled with disillusion,and disliking me for the rest of the time.But that won’t change a single bit of the free,bold,recklessly,ambitious,rigid,and uncontrollable me.
After graduate,my parents,who already moved to Chengdu,had wanted to arrange me to the organs,but failed to hinder my path to art in my crabbily insist of my cherished dream.Every one have their own ambition,and they should be handled by themselves.
I love wandering around,and sketch what I like,the life a had really admired.I taught art for ten years and then,finally,resigned from the school and went off as a professional artist,immersing in creations and sketching some comic books from time to time......With a satisfying life.The content of man’s desires have no boundaries——on the top.I often see a few friends always trying to catch as much money as they can,but dumping them for they have no time to use it.So why catching them so busy?Some rich acquaintances admired that I had my own freedom,and themselves are surrounded.Actually,everyone has their own freedom,only that they cherish the price to much causing them not able to do the transaction.Try to relax yourself,if confident to be able to earn money any time,how come being to busy at just the present?
For an artist,sensation and urge are often dominate my action,and the born strange me will do everything to reach my aim just as when wolves saw meat.
And tracing the location of the cubs are the couple will surely be my next aim.
At noon,I hurried on with the sun sun blazing upon me,and with the air scalding,I awkwardly found when I reached the road that the near straight pavement had no seen end,and certainly no structures beside the naked highway.The vehicle’s always zoomed away no matter how boiled I waved.The busy men were always reluctant to do anything “trivial”
I expressed my pain by only drinking a sip of water temperately and having my own little shade by heading my sketch.I stood beside to wait any vehicle that can possibly stop.The sun still showed no mercy.Sweat were vaporized and didn’t had a chance to even slide over my skin.The concrete made path applied so much heat that my sneakers’ rubber underside went soft.A bug that hit the skids was cooked into biscuit without struggling for 3 minutes.The end of the road became hazy in the high temperature like flyways.
Since the bottle dried out,I was forced into an oven and put into furious waiting.At last,a motorcycle driving Tibet chap appeared.The local are most willing to stop,and resting for tourist who are seeking for help is also a most basic evidence of their credit,which we now so much lack in the cities.I bounced up and waving my hand screaming long before he approached,causing the vehicle to slow down,and I cleaved up to him immediately to ask about the wolves,and with his disappointing answer,I still cohered to this life-saving hope by offering 100 yuan begging him to take me to the nearest restaurant.He squinted,then smiled,liberally pointing at the back seat and waving to turn down the money,and I hopped on the vehicle without hokey declining and,of course,with as much gratitude as I can.
I love wandering around,and sketch what I like,the life a had really admired.I taught art for ten years and then,finally,resigned from the school and went off as a professional artist,immersing in creations and sketching some comic books from time to time......With a satisfying life.The content of man’s desires have no boundaries——on the top.I often see a few friends always trying to catch as much money as they can,but dumping them for they have no time to use it.So why catching them so busy?Some rich acquaintances admired that I had my own freedom,and themselves are surrounded.Actually,everyone has their own freedom,only that they cherish the price to much causing them not able to do the transaction.Try to relax yourself,if confident to be able to earn money any time,how come being to busy at just the present?
For an artist,sensation and urge are often dominate my action,and the born strange me will do everything to reach my aim just as when wolves saw meat.
And tracing the location of the cubs are the couple will surely be my next aim.
At noon,I hurried on with the sun sun blazing upon me,and with the air scalding,I awkwardly found when I reached the road that the near straight pavement had no seen end,and certainly no structures beside the naked highway.The vehicle’s always zoomed away no matter how boiled I waved.The busy men were always reluctant to do anything “trivial”
I expressed my pain by only drinking a sip of water temperately and having my own little shade by heading my sketch.I stood beside to wait any vehicle that can possibly stop.The sun still showed no mercy.Sweat were vaporized and didn’t had a chance to even slide over my skin.The concrete made path applied so much heat that my sneakers’ rubber underside went soft.A bug that hit the skids was cooked into biscuit without struggling for 3 minutes.The end of the road became hazy in the high temperature like flyways.
Since the bottle dried out,I was forced into an oven and put into furious waiting.At last,a motorcycle driving Tibet chap appeared.The local are most willing to stop,and resting for tourist who are seeking for help is also a most basic evidence of their credit,which we now so much lack in the cities.I bounced up and waving my hand screaming long before he approached,causing the vehicle to slow down,and I cleaved up to him immediately to ask about the wolves,and with his disappointing answer,I still cohered to this life-saving hope by offering 100 yuan begging him to take me to the nearest restaurant.He squinted,then smiled,liberally pointing at the back seat and waving to turn down the money,and I hopped on the vehicle without hokey declining and,of course,with as much gratitude as I can.
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