In the quiet valley of ignorance, people live a happy life.
The eternal mountains meander in all directions, east and west, north and south.
The stream of knowledge flows slowly along the deep and dilapidated valley.
It originated from the barren hills of the past.
It disappears into the swamp of the future.
This stream doesn't roll like a river, but it has enough water for those villagers with shallow needs.
In the evening, after drinking the animals and filling the barrels, the villagers sat down contentedly and enjoyed their family.
The old-fashioned old man was helped out and stayed in a shady corner all day. Thinking about a mysterious old book.
They say strange things to their children and grandchildren, but the children are thinking about playing with beautiful stones brought from afar.
The meanings of these words are usually vague.
However, they were written by an unknown tribe a thousand years ago, so they are sacred and inviolable.
In the valley of ignorance, ancient things are always respected.
Whoever denies the wisdom of his ancestors will be snubbed by a gentleman.
So, we live in harmony.
Fear is always with people. What should someone do if they don't get their fair share of the fruit in the garden?
Late at night, in the narrow streets of the town, people whispered vague stories of the past and men and women who dared to ask questions.
These men and women left later and never came back.
Others tried to climb the high rock wall that blocked the sun.
But they all died at the foot of the cliff, with many bones.
The sun and the moon go by year after year.
In the quiet valley of ignorance, people live a happy life.
※ ※ ※
It's dark outside and I'm crawling alone.
The nails on his hands have been worn out.
His feet were wrapped in rags, and the rags were soaked with blood left by the long journey.
He stumbled to a nearby hut and knocked on the door.
Then he fainted. By the trembling candlelight, he was carried to the hammock.
In the morning, everyone in the village knew, "He is back."
Neighbors stood around him, shaking their heads. They understand that the result is doomed.
For those who dare to leave the foot of the mountain, surrender and failure await him.
In a corner of the village, the staid old man shook his head and whispered malicious words.
They are not cruel by nature, but the law is the law after all. He committed a heinous crime against the will of the conservative old man.
Once his injury is healed, he must be tried.
Conservative old people want leniency.
They didn't forget his mother's strange shining eyes, and they also recalled the tragedy that his father disappeared in the desert thirty years ago.
However, the law is a law after all and must be observed.
Conservative old people are its executors.
※ ※ ※
The old-fashioned old man came to the downtown area carrying the wanderer, and people stood around respectfully without saying a word.
The tramp was still weak from hunger and thirst, so the old man asked him to sit down.
He refused.
They ordered him to shut up.
But he insisted on talking.
He turned his back on the old man and looked for people who shared his interests not long ago.
"Listen to me," he pleaded. "Listen to me. Let's all be happy! I just came from the other side of the mountain, my feet have set foot on fresh land, my hands have felt the touch of other nationalities, and my eyes have seen wonderful scenes.
"When I was a child, my world was just my father's garden.
"As early as the creation of the world, the boundaries between the east, south, west and north of the garden have been determined.
"As long as I ask what is hidden across the border, everyone keeps shaking their heads and booing. But I insisted on getting to the bottom of it, so they took me to this rock and showed me the bones of those who dared to despise God.
"'liar! God likes brave people! I shouted. So the staid old man came over and read me their holy book. They say that providence determines the fate of everything in the world. This valley is ours, and we are responsible for it. Wild animals and flowers, fruits and fish and shrimp are all ours, and we will do whatever we want. But the mountain belongs to God. Before the end of the world, we should know nothing about things outside the mountain.
"They are lying. They lied to me just as they lied to you.
"There are pastures on the other side of the mountain, the grass is as fertile, and men and women have the same flesh and blood. The city has been carefully carved by skilled craftsmen for thousands of years and is dazzling.
"I found a way to a beautiful home, and I saw the dawn of a happy life. Come with me, I'll take you there. God's smile is not only here, but also elsewhere. "
He stopped and the crowd gave a terrible roar.
"blasphemy, this is blasphemy." Cried the old square man. "Give him the punishment he deserves for his crimes! He is crazy and dares to laugh at the laws made 1000 years ago. He deserves to die! "
People lift heavy stones.
People killed the rover.
People threw his body at the foot of the cliff and warned those who dared to doubt the wisdom of their ancestors to make an example.
Soon, a serious drought broke out. The gurgling stream of knowledge dried up, livestock died of thirst, food withered in the fields, and hunger was everywhere in the valley of ignorance.
However, the conservative old man did not lose heart. They predicted that everything would turn to safety, at least in the most sacred chapter.
Moreover, they are very old, and just a little food is enough.
It's winter.
The village is empty and sparsely populated.
More than half of the people died of hunger and cold. The living place their only hope on the other side of the mountain.
But the law says, "No!"
The law must be observed.
A rebellion broke out one night.
Disappointment gives courage to those who are resigned to their fate because of fear.
The conservative old man struggled feebly.
They were pushed aside, complaining about fate and cursing the children for ingratitude. Yes, when the last carriage left the village, they stopped the driver and forced him to take them away.
In this way, the journey to the strange world began.
It's been many years since the rover came back, and it's not easy to find his way.
Thousands of people died, and people stepped on the bones and found the first road sign piled up with stones.
Since then, the hardships in the journey have been less.
Careful pioneers burned a spacious avenue in the jungle and endless wilderness rocks.
It leads people step by step to the green pastures of the new world.
Everyone looked at each other, speechless.
"In the final analysis, he is right," people say. "He is right and the old man is wrong."
"He is telling the truth, and the old-fashioned man lied. ...
"His body is still rotting under the cliff, but that stuffy old man is sitting in our car, singing those old songs.
"He saved us, but we killed him."
"We really feel guilty about it, but if we had known, of course ..."
Later, people dismounted and harnessed the cows, drove them to the pasture, built their own houses and planned their own land. Since then, people have lived a happy life.
※ ※ ※
A few years later, people built a new building as the residence of the wise old man, and prepared to bury the bones of brave pioneers in it.
A solemn team returned to the deserted valley. However, the foot of the mountain was empty and the pioneer's body was gone.
A hungry jackal has dragged the body into his cave.
People put a small stone (now a road) at the end of the pioneer's footprint, engraved with the name of the pioneer, the name of the first person who challenged the darkness and terror of the unknown world, and he led people to new freedom.
The stone also says that it was built by descendants who came to thank the ceremony.
※ ※ ※
Such things have happened in the past and now, but in the future (we hope so)