C1 Lonely Youth

"The ancient prefectural city of Mount Biluo, the Green Cloud Phoenix Stage. "

This poem described the famous mountains in the world - Mount Biluo. The mountains were filled with ancient ruins, the scenery was beautiful, and the spiritual energy was abundant. In ancient times, it was rumored that there was a phoenix colony. The people in the nearby wilderness also called this mountain the Phoenix Mountain, so that they could be contaminated by the auspicious aura of the phoenix.

Mount Biluo was a thousand miles in circumference, and the mountain peaks were endless. The beautiful scenery was covered in layers of mist, and the scenery was boundless. However, there were also lone peaks and dangerous cliffs that were like a forest of ghosts. There were even some places that were deserted, and even the bravest hunters at the foot of the mountain did not dare to rashly set foot in them. Only some wild beasts, plants, and trees that they had never seen before treated it as a paradise for survival, and they were content with it.

The sun set in the west, and the blood-like setting sun painted the wilderness with a layer of golden color. The chirping of birds and the sound of unknown wild beasts added some tranquility to the forest instead. This was a valley near the foot of the mountain. A grave stood alone on a flat land. A tombstone made of some unknown wood was tilted diagonally at the top of the grave. There was a young man kneeling in front of the grave. He was about ten years old, wearing a thin, coarse jacket. His face was full of grief. He did not know that it was the cold spring season and the cold air was threatening.

The young man was muttering to himself, "Father, I have fulfilled your last wish. I have cremated your body and buried it with your mother's ashes. I hope that after father and mother meet, they will be able to live happily together every day. However. . . It's just that Faang won't be able to see you again in the future. Wuwu, mother, I have only seen you in my dreams. Please tell mother that Faang really misses mother after seeing her. . . " Speaking of which, The youth's face was covered in tears.

He raised his hand and wiped his face, but there were two more mud marks. The young man choked and said, "Dad, what you told Faang in the past. . . Faang would definitely remember it. No matter what happened to Faang in the future. . . Faang will never be a bad person. However. . . Father, you taught me how to be a child. I should abide by filial piety. Before the three-year period of filial piety for you and Mother expires. . . I will never leave this place. Please forgive Faang for not listening to you. "

"Father, Faang will definitely remember the knowledge and principles that you taught him when he got sick. . . "

"Father, it's almost dark. You and mother must have a lot to talk about. Faang won't stop you and mother anymore. Faang will come and accompany you and mother every day. "

The youth slightly moved his already somewhat stiff knees and stood up with force. At this moment, there was still grief on his little face. However, there was also a hint of determination in his eyes. Because from now on, the youth would have to live alone. For the past ten years, the young man and his sick father had been relying on each other. When he was eight years old, the youth had already shouldered the responsibility of a family. In the morning, he got up and cut two bundles of firewood in the mountains, carrying one bundle back to his house to start a fire. The other bundle had to be carried to a small town inn twenty miles away in exchange for a few wen. It was the daily expenses. If there were any extra change, he would disregard his father's objections to buying some medicinal herbs. He would brew the medicine for his father. His father, who already knew that his illness was beyond cure, could not bear to care about his son's filial piety, so he could only let him go. However, the young man's father was still seriously ill. After struggling for two years, he finally let go of his son with a deep reluctance to part with him.

Sighing lightly, the young man turned around and walked out of the valley. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on his small body. The elongated shadow behind him seemed especially long and lonely.

Five miles away from the valley, there were three solitary grass huts. Surrounding them was a fence made of bamboo wood. This was the place where the youth had lived for ten years. This place was close to the periphery of Mount Biluo. The environment was quiet, and beasts usually wouldn't come here to disturb them. Moreover, it wasn't very far from town. The young man's father had chosen this place to live in seclusion because he had considered it over and over again. When the young man returned home, it was already dark. After lighting the oil lamp, the young man had nothing to do. He sat there in a daze, lost in thought. What should he do? In the past, at this time, it was his father who leaned on the bed and told him stories. And when he was listening with relish, his father had so many stories. There had never been a repeat of Pangu splitting open the sky, Great Yu curing the water, Nuwa mending the heaven and earth. . . These were the legends of Land Of Nine Prefectures that young men loved to hear. But now, his father could no longer tell stories.

He unconsciously poked the wick with his finger, and the young man's thoughts seemed to have returned to the past. The respectable father stroked his head, and used a very gentle tone to teach him how to read. Teach him how to write poems. He felt that his father was the most talented person in the world. In a daze, The youth who suddenly lost his loved one fell asleep. Perhaps, it was only in the dream. Only in a dream could a lonely young man find a trace of comfort!