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Early summer, early morning, big south slope.

I really can't believe that the morning on the south slope is so elegant, with green mountains and green waters and winding paths.

The brisk pace, walking through the ancestral temple and the entrance to the village, is full of the fragrance of tung flowers, full of fragrance, some full of purple, but unwilling to be lonely. They spread the leaves soaked in morning dew all over the floor, and I relaxed my steps and couldn't bear to embark on a romantic migration, as if I were a martial arts expert in the dust of the ancient road, and I couldn't help it.

Strings of beautifully carved Sophora japonica flowers are unwilling to be lonely, waving to me in the morning breeze, just like a group of girls in white gauze. They are hidden in the light green of a tree, and at first glance, they are like butterflies with snow wings, dancing on the stage of sparse landscapes!

Da Nanpo, you are really beautiful!

However, sometimes, for some irresistible reasons, we will leave our hometown, our distant relatives and forget the news of our distant hometown; Sometimes, we will walk too fast and in a hurry, and before we can keep some memories of the south slope, we can only seal the water-like time in ancient times!

Once upon a time, in a foreign country's folding willow pavilion, in a foreign country's ancient road post station, and in a foreign country's snowy plateau, I missed my home and the great southern slope, just like a boat that shuttled through my whole body's blood, carrying rocks and trees, carrying the joys and sorrows of generations, and carrying the vicissitudes of generations, which made my thoughts suddenly rise and fall, and finally ran aground, leaving only bitter tears and wet the paper engraved with homesickness.

Over the years, I have been walking, walking in the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, walking in the seashore of Fujian and Zhejiang, walking in the frozen black land of three feet, and walking in the desert Gobi of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. However, my home, my big south slope, quaint old courtyard, friendly local accent, cool ancient wells and cheerful laughter are the most common things in my dreams!

Back home, I am a happy person, and that kind of happiness is like a clear spring overflowing; After leaving home, I am a lonely person, that kind of loneliness is as lonely as hay!

That year, a person curled up in the Altun Valley at MINUS 40 degrees. The cold wind outside the car is cold, and the inside of the car is dripping into ice. Without supplies, help, comfort and warmth, he could only lick the wound on his heart alone in the cold.

However, only home, only the south slope, gave me the courage to refuse to yield and the confidence to despise difficulties. A man resolutely left the car and walked into the vast snowfield with several packs of instant noodles. When he is hungry, he will eat a few bites of snow. One night, the snow was knee-deep, and a heavy wild yak looked at me coldly. Even the Tibetan antelope beside me couldn't walk, but in the elm shop hundreds of miles away, several people in the same situation as me collapsed only two kilometers away from the rescue team. Loss of confidence must be equal to death!

Later, in Atati, someone asked me what supported me to walk that road. I said, my home is the south slope of my hometown. He always reminds me that I am a mountain man, a mountain man who grew up eating corn nests and carrying mountains across the river. If people are like this, why not?