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In the middle of the desert

In this place where there is no water vapor, the heat on the ground will soon be exhausted. It's already cold. I stood up and left, but soon I couldn't help shivering. My blood circulation is not smooth due to lack of water, and there is a chill, but it is not only cold at night. My gums are gurgling with cold, and my body is shaking like chaff. My trembling hands can hardly catch the light. I have never been afraid of cold before, but now I feel freezing to death. What a strange reaction to thirst!

I left my rubber raincoat on the road because I was too lazy to take it with me on a hot day. But now the wind is blowing harder and harder. I found no hiding place in the desert. The desert is as smooth as marble. It won't provide you with any shade during the day, but it will only make you have nowhere to live in the cold wind at night. No trees, no fences, no stones can hide me. The cold wind came at me like a cavalry on the plain, and I had to run around to avoid it. I lay down and stood up again. Whether you are lying or standing, you will be whipped by the cold wind. I can't run, I have no strength anymore, I can't escape from the killer's clutches, I kneel on the ground, my face buried in my palm, and the butcher knife is on my head!

It took me a while to wake up. I stood up and walked straight ahead, shaking all the time! Where am I? Ah! No sooner had I left than I heard prevost's voice! It was his call that woke me up ...

I walked back to him, shivering as if I were burping all over. I said to myself, "it's not cold, it's something else." My time is up. "I'm already too short of water. The day before yesterday, and yesterday, I went out alone and walked so much!

The idea of freezing to death makes me uncomfortable. I'd rather die in an inner illusion. Cross, Arabs, lights. Anyway, they began to attract my attention. I don't like being whipped like a slave. ...

I'm still on my knees.

We also brought some medicine. One hundred grams of pure ether, one hundred grams of 90% alcohol, and a bottle of iodine. I tried to drink two or three mouthfuls of pure ether, just like swallowing a knife. After drinking a little 90-degree wine, I finally sealed my throat.

I dug a hole in the sand, I lay in it, and then covered my body with sand. Only my face is exposed. Prevost found some dead branches and made a fire that would burn out soon. Prevost doesn't want to bury himself in the sand. He would rather stamp his feet to keep warm. He was wrong.

My throat is tight, which is not a good sign, but I feel good about myself. I feel calm, a calm beyond any hope. I couldn't help but embark on a journey, tied to the deck of a slave ship, facing the starry sky. But I may not be very unlucky ...

I no longer feel cold, as long as I don't move any muscles. So I forgot the body buried in the sand. I will never move again, and I will never hurt again. In addition, to tell the truth, people really don't suffer so much ... after these pains, the rest is a tired and confused concerto. Everything has become a picture book and a somewhat cruel fairy tale ... Just now, the wind blew me around, and in order to avoid it, I ran around like a trapped animal. Then I felt difficult to breathe: a knee touched my chest. Kneel on one knee. I am struggling under the burden of angels. I'm never alone in the desert. Since I don't believe everything around me now, I might as well shrink in my own body, close my eyes and not move an eyelash. I feel that there is a torrent of images that brings me to a quiet dream: in the depths of the sea, the rivers are calm.

Farewell to the people I once loved. If the human body can't stand three days without drinking water, it's not my fault. I didn't realize I was so dependent on water. I didn't expect people's endurance to be so short. We think we can go straight ahead, people are free ... we don't see the rope that binds us in the well. It connects us with the belly of the earth like an umbilical cord. One more step and you're dead.

I care nothing but your pain. Anyway, God is good to me. If I can go back, I will make a comeback. I need a life. In the city, no one lives.

I'm not talking about airplanes at all. An airplane is not an end, but a tool. People don't risk their lives for airplanes, just as farmers don't plow for plowshares. By plane, people can leave the city and their accountants and rediscover the true meaning of farmers.

What we do is people's work, but what we encounter is people's troubles. We are exposed to wind, stars, night, desert and ocean. We fight against the forces of nature. We look forward to dawn just like farmers look forward to spring, we look forward to stopovers just like looking forward to a blessed land, and we look for our own truth among the stars.

I don't complain. For three days, I walked a lot, thirsty, looking for my whereabouts in the desert, hoping for dew. I tried to find my own kind, but I forgot where they lived on the earth. This is the trouble of the living. I can't help feeling that this is much more important than finding a concert hall at night.

I can't understand those people who take suburban trains anymore. They think they are human beings, but they become ants-like insects because they are under some pressure that they can't feel. When they are free, what do they use to fill their absurd and short Sunday?

I am very happy at work. I feel like a farmer on the road. On the train in the suburbs, the feeling of death I felt was very different from here! Here, anyway, I die a fair death! ……

I have no regrets. I struggled, but failed. This is also common for people in our industry. However, I finally breathed the sea breeze.

Those who have tasted the sea breeze once will never forget this nourishment. Isn't it? My comrades? This doesn't mean living an adventurous life. This statement is a bit exaggerated. I don't like matadors at all. I don't like danger. I know what I like. This is life.

I think it will be dawn soon. I stretched out an arm from the beach. I have a piece of cloth at hand. I touched it. It was dry. Wait a little longer. Dew won't appear until early morning. It was bright that day, but our clothes were not wet at all. So my mind was a little confused, and I heard myself say, "This is a dry heart ... a dry heart ... a dry heart that can't even squeeze out a tear ..."

"On the road, prevost! Our throat hasn't choked yet, so we should move on. "

23

Climb to the top of the earth

outer city wall

On the morning of May 24, the sun was shining, the peak of the pointed cone of Mount Everest stood above the blue sky, and white clouds lingered among the mountains.

At 9: 30 a.m. Beijing time, four young mountaineers-athletes Wang Fuzhou, Liu Lianman, Qu He and first-class athlete Kampot (Tibetan), carrying backpacks and holding ice picks, began to attack the last 380 meters of Mount Everest. Other team members retreated to the camp at 8 100 meters to recharge their batteries, so as to provide all kinds of support to the team members who rushed to the top when needed.

Now, in this ice and snow at an altitude of more than 8,500 meters, these four outstanding China mountaineers, under the traction of a red knot, together with Qi Xin, are marching bravely towards the foggy summit of Mount Everest. In order to reduce the burden on their backs as much as possible, they calculated one by one, and abandoned everything they didn't need for the time being. They only brought oxygen bottles, cold-proof sleeping bags, pencils, diaries, movie cameras and a five-star red flag entrusted by the mountaineering team to take them to the top, as well as a plaster statue of a bust of Mao Zedong about 20 cm high. Even so, their progress is still very slow. Because they have gone through a week of hard March since they went up the mountain on May 17, and their physical strength is huge.

The players who stormed the peak walked for about two hours before they rose about 70 meters. At this time, the "second step" blocked their way.

Commandos climbed the steep rock wall along the route of the third March reconnaissance, braved the cold of MINUS 30 degrees Celsius and wore special alpine boots with steel claws, which made it difficult for them to step on it. The one who bent ahead slipped several times in a row. He was dizzy, his back ached and his legs weighed a thousand pounds, but he gritted his teeth and kept going.

Near the last three meters at the top of the "second step", the rock wall becomes vertical and smooth. At this time, Liu Lianman walked in front of escorting. He put his hand into the crack in the rock, pedaled on the rock surface with his toes, and climbed inch by inch with all his strength. However, due to poor physical strength, the body tilted slightly and fell to the same place with a plop. Liu Lianman climbed four times in a row and fell four times, so tired that his whole body seemed to fall apart.

Everyone must stop and do something. At this time, Liu Lianman suddenly remembered his experience of successfully climbing the high wall with the help of the "ladder" during his time as a fireman in Harbin. He resolutely squatted down to the front of the rock wall, let others step on his shoulder, then stood up slowly, let others' hands grab the support point at the top of the rock wall and climb up. At this height, the body will have a serious reaction to any small action. Liu Lianman braved the "golden flower" in his eyes, his feet trembled and his breathing became heavy. However, Liu Lianman has been insisting. He lifted Qu up first, and then Kampot. Finally, Wang Fuzhou and Liu Lianman climbed up with the help of the rope lowered from above.

When they reached the top of the "second step", they realized that it took them more than five hours to climb the whole "second step" because of their weakened physical strength, but it took them three hours to climb the last three meters of rock wall.

It began to get dark, and the cold wind screamed bitterly.

They thought they would reach the peak before dark, but now it seems that this estimate is obviously wrong. Night is about to become the second obstacle on their way forward. In the last 200-300 meters on the northern slope of Mount Everest, which humans have never reached, it is really difficult to accurately estimate in advance what difficulties they will encounter and how far they will go.

The brave commandos are still moving forward step by step. However, due to the long time in the previous stage, the oxygen cylinder barometer on their backs showed that the oxygen capacity was not much. Moving on may be seriously threatened by lack of oxygen. At this time, Liu Lianman was very weak because of excessive fatigue, and he would fall down unconsciously every step or two, but he stood up slowly and still insisted on moving forward.

It is not only extremely difficult but also quite dangerous to March in the mountains in the dark under the condition of weak body and severe hypoxia. Now, every step they take, how much pain their bodies have to bear! Jan Hesban, the organizer of the British "Everest Committee", wrote in the book "The Adventures of Mount Everest": "The human body suffers no more pain anywhere than a climber on the last day of climbing Mount Everest. ..... Even with perfect physique and exuberant energy, if his courage is not enough to endure the snowstorm of bones, his nerves dare not practice the edge of Cui Wei's hanging rock, and his will can't go forward when sleeping sickness strikes like death, he still can't reach the peak. " For his colleagues in Jan Hesban, his remarks are really reasonable. However, for strong China climbers, what kind of difficulties and obstacles can stop their progress? For the honor of the motherland and the nation, to fulfill the people's entrustment, and to reach the summit in the last good weather cycle before the arrival of the long rainy season in the Himalayas, the four warriors still bravely marched forward and continued to March on the rugged mountain road.

Considering Liu Lianman's physical condition, and in order to gain time, everyone unanimously decided to stay in Liu Lianman, and the other three rushed to the top as quickly as possible.

When Wang Fuzhou, Qu and Kampot continued to head for the summit, Liu Lianman was lying beside a sheltered rock to rest. Severe hypoxia made his ears buzzing, his eyes were black and white, and "Venus" splashed everywhere. He began to enter a semi-coma. He knows very well that he is in what people call a "dead zone" and the danger of suffocation may happen at any time. He opened the oxygen bottle beside him, and the red pointer on the barometer showed that there were dozens of pressures of oxygen left. However, in front of his eyes, he saw the back of his comrades who were hitting the peak. He knew that when his comrades came back from the summit, they would need oxygen more than he did. He decided that he would rather endure the pain of suffocation or even the threat of death than leave the last bit of oxygen to his comrades. He decisively put the oxygen bottle back and fell asleep. ...

Time is running out. Liu Lianman, who was in a coma, felt more and more numb in the cold, and his heart beat faster and faster in the absence of oxygen. He is clearly aware that death is coming to him step by step. How Liu Lianman wants to live! He has never felt so strongly that he should try his best to live. Living is happiness, victory and everything. But he felt more deeply that the three comrades who struggled to reach the top should live a better life than him, because they shoulder a glorious and arduous mission! Their safety is a greater happiness and victory for him ... He is worried that he has stopped breathing in a coma, and his comrades do not know that oxygen is still stored in his oxygen bottle. He struggled to sit up again and left a short message for his comrades in the diary with a pencil.

Comrade Wang Fuzhou:

I have not completed the arduous task entrusted to me by the party and the motherland. This task is left to the three of you to complete! I still have some oxygen in this oxygen tank, so I'll leave it for you three to use when you come back victorious! It might be useful.

Your Comrade Liu Lianman.

At the same time, Wang Fuzhou, Qu, and Kampot all trudged forward in the boundless darkness. The snow slope at the foot becomes steeper and smoother. After they climbed over two rocks, they climbed a snowy slope. Kampot, a Tibetan player, opened the road ahead and was so tired that he couldn't even straighten up in a few minutes. So Qu stepped forward to clear the way. It took him a long time to take two or three steps forward, but his legs went soft and he slipped back to his original place. Finally, Wang Fuzhou went to the front, and he insisted on opening a way forward for everyone.

The night is thick, the mountains of Mount Everest are hazy, and only the summit can be seen vaguely. Wang Fuzhou, Qu, and Kampot crawled on the ground, relying on starlight and reflected snow light to identify the road, and every step forward required great efforts.

The night is getting deeper, there are mountains and mountains everywhere, and only a little starlight shines in the air. The shadow of Mount Everest began to become very low in front of them.

By the time they reached 8830 meters, Wang Fuzhou, Qu and Kampot had all run out of oxygen. But at this time, the wind is getting smaller and smaller, which is very beneficial to the summit. They stood silently on the rocky slope for a while. Wang Fuzhou first said: "Comrades, the three of us are now shouldering the task of conquering the main peak. There is no oxygen, so keep walking, although it may be dangerous. But can we back off? "

Qu and Kampot agreed in unison and replied firmly: "Keep going!"

They threw away the empty oxygen bottles on their backs and boldly and decisively started the arduous and dangerous climb that has never been seen in human history.

Now, every step they take, they have to stop and rest for a long time. There is a serious lack of oxygen on the mountain, dizziness, breathlessness and weakness. They have heavy limbs and slow movements, and it takes more than half an hour to climb a rock one meter high. They endured great physical pain, helped each other, encouraged each other and continued to walk to the top.

After crossing a snow slope in the east, Wang Fuzhou, Qu and Kampot bypassed the stone slope in the north and continued to climb, finally reaching a place where rocks and snow met. Looking around, in the dim night, the shadows of Mount Everest are crawling under their feet. Now, there are only shining stars above their heads, and there are no more rocks to climb. They finally reached the summit of Mount Everest and completed the pioneering work of climbing the world's highest peak from the North Road in human history.

30 wolves

Ah Zai came home late, and all the meat in his burden was eaten, leaving only bones. On the way, the two wolves traveled a long way.

Eliminate fear and throw it at the bone. The wolf has bones. Stop, the wolf is still from. After the re-voting, the post-wolf stopped and the former wolf came again. The bones are exhausted, and the two wolves drive together.

Tu was embarrassed. He was afraid of being attacked by the enemy. There is a wheat field in Gu Ye, where the landowner earns a lot of money. Tu Naiben leaned against it with a knife on his shoulder. Wolves are afraid to go forward, eyeing each other.

When I was a child, a wolf left and a dog sat in front of him. After a long time, my eyes seem to be useless and very idle. Tu suddenly and violently, one knife to cut the wolf's head, several knives to kill it. Fang wanted to go, but after turning to pay, a wolf hole was among them, which meant to tunnel in and attack the back. The body is half in, only the tail is exposed. After the slaughter, he died of a broken stock. It was the wolf who fell asleep before enlightenment, and covered it to lure the enemy.

The wolf was afraid, too, but he was killed twice in an instant. What is the geometry of the beast? Stop laughing.

I hope it will be useful to you and adopted. Thank you!