It was thirty years ago now. A friend and I enrolled in a private university and went to Tokyo. To put it more appropriately, we took a bus to Tokyo because we were going there. Like all candidates in the world, I was looking out the window with a bit of anxiety and uncertainty. In order to stabilize my mood, I talked and chatted. However, the situation was completely different when a high school girl came up from Tokyo and sat in the seat next to us. It was a beautiful girl with the appearance of a sunken fish. My friend and I were more or less confused and our conversation dropped. By the time my friend tried to talk to the girl, the car had already passed Shizuoka.
The monkey paw
Outside, the night was cold and damp, but in the small living room of the Rexnham cottage, the curtains were down and the fire was roaring. Father and son were playing chess, and the father's belief that the game was about to change radically, pushing the king on his side into critical and unnecessary peril, even drew a comment from the old white-haired woman, who was quietly knitting woolen work by the fire.
The marriage shoes
Marriage is a pair of shoes. When we were young, we walked barefoot on the ground, feeling the warmth of the sand and the coolness of the grass, the unrestrained spontaneity and joy that would wake us up from our dreams again and again throughout our lives.
The wolves in pairs
They walked slowly through the wind and snow. He and she, they were two wolves. He was big and sturdy, with knife-striped ears, a gleaming gaze and hard, strong teeth. She was completely different, she was small, with a dark nose and eyes that were always moist, with a small southern breeze like hazy mist, suspended like above a pool of autumn water. His style is the look of the mountain, her style is the look of the water.
Surviving until the third hungry night, Noni pinned his eyes on the dog. There was no flesh and blood left on this drifting Iceland, except for the towering icebergs, just the two of them. In that crash, Noni lost his sled, his food, his leather jacket, even his sharp knife. He saved only his beloved hound, Ninook. Today, one man and one dog are trapped on Iceland, maintaining a certain distance and watching each other intently. Noni's past doting on Ninuk is absolutely real, as real as the hunger of the moment, the etching cold of the night and the pain that gnaws at that injured foot. But didn't the people back home also slaughter their dogs to feed their bellies in the wilderness years? Didn't they? They did it without even thinking about it. He told himself that when hunger comes to an end, must be for food, "one of us is destined to be killed by the other," thought Noni, "so ......" he could not kill the dog with his bare hands. The dog. Ninook is far more fierce and powerful than he is. At the moment, he desperately needed a weapon. Taking off his gloves, he removed the bandage from his leg. A few weeks ago, he had injured his leg and had tied it with some rope and three iron plates. He knelt on the ground, inserted a piece of iron plate into the thin crevice of the ice, and rubbed hard with another piece of iron on it. Ninook concentrated on watching him. Noni seemed to feel the gleaming eyes, and emitted a more and more blazing light. He continued to work, and tried to make himself forget its purpose. The sheet iron now had an edge on one side, and sharpened more and more, the sun rose just as he finished the work. Noni pulled the newly sharpened knife out of the ice and rubbed the blade with his thumb. The sun's rays, reflected from the blade, almost made him dazzled for a moment. Noni made himself completely cruel.
The First Dinner
When I thought of this unforgettable event, I suddenly thought of the name of the famous painting "The Last Supper", but for me, that unforgettable dinner was not the last one, but the first one, which was the first dinner I had with foreigners in my life.
The Youth Burnout
What is burnout? The so-called burnout is something very luxurious. First of all, I have no spare time to have burnout now. Because I have to be busy with work and running around every day. Besides, ninety-nine percent of the people in society cannot have burnout. And it costs a lot of money to chew the taste of real burnout. Why? Because the helplessness and desperate state of mind that comes with no money is far from burnout.
The friend who cut his throat
I was returning from a hunting trip and waiting for a southbound train in the small town of Los Biños, New Mexico. The train was delayed by an hour. I sat on the balcony of the Inn at the Top and chatted with the innkeeper, Tyler Maggs Hicks, about the meaning of life. I sat on the balcony of the "Vertex" inn and chatted with the owner, Tyler Maggs Hicks, about the meaning of life.