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I longed to rip off the oxygen mask and all the uncomfortable tubes from my face, but I was too weak to even raise an arm. My vision slowly focused, and I saw relatives filling the entire ward. My parents, hunched over with white hair, were sobbing uncontrollably with trembling lips as they looked at me. My sister crouched by my bedside, desperately trying to wipe away her tears, but she just couldn't stop them, like when I was a child and fell and cried until nothing could comfort me.
The monitor's display was fading, the curves growing fainter. Childhood memories, happy and bright, flickered like a slideshow. Was this it Was this the end
Suddenly, I longed to go home, back to that humble and dilapidated house filled with warm memories. But my throat wouldn't let out a word.
His breath grew more and more labored, his lungs like a bellows struggling for air. He found some strength somewhere to shake with the effort of raising his hand to touch that tiny flower-like face, forcing a smile.
"No...sniffle..."
Tears welled up in her palms, the little girl was still so prone to crying.
The doctor turned his head and whispered four words to the two elderly people. The old people could no longer control their tears.
My temples are frosted with age, and my hair is white. There's nowhere to express the profound sadness I feel. As a child, I was unable to repay the grace of having been raised with such love and care. Scenes from my childhood flood back, making me realize how unworthy I am of my parents' devotion.
The body, which had been tormented by a terminal illness for so long, suddenly regained its strength, and his face flushed.
The family members in the ward were all crying, and I could hear what the doctor was saying, a last glimmer of life.
Human beings experience joy, sorrow, separation, and reunion. Even so, it's hard to believe that one's life is finite. Fear, unwillingness, reluctance, attachment, regret, heartbreak—all these feelings cut deep into the heart, making it hard to let go of love. All sorts of emotions sweep through my mind. Forget it, let it all go. Let go of everything, feeling light and relaxed, no longer weary. Thinking back on this birthday night, I was busy and exhausted from life's pressures, barely able to breathe. If there were a next life, I wouldn't want to be human again.
"Child... don't worry about us... just go safely..."
His father's lips trembled as he cried out, his words draining him of all energy and making his grief even more palpable.
A trickle of warmth slid down the corner of my eye, and my strength began to drain away. I wanted to say something, but my throat was dry and scratchy, making it impossible to speak. If I didn't speak now, there would be no more chance.
“I’m sorry...”
With his last breath, he let out a sigh and his hand slid helplessly from her face.
Finally, I'm free...
The sky is blue, the wind is light, the trees are green and the flowers are bright. The birds sing sweetly.
The monitor's curve turned into a straight line, emitting an alarm. The once rebellious younger sister rushed to the sickbed, no one could pull her away. Relatives supported the frail elderly couple, unable to stand steady. Doctors and nurses approached, the younger sister cried out desperately, trying to stop them from removing the intravenous tube and the monitor. The nurse sighed, reached out and removed the oxygen mask, pulling up the white bed sheet...
Autumn leaves fall, returning to tranquility. Looking back for a moment, clouds drift by in an instant.
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Death is both an end and a new beginning. Flowers bloom and wither, cycling through endless renewal. All beings can only let go of attachments and accept the natural flow of things.
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Time flies, twenty years have passed in a blink of an eye.
Ten Thousand Mountains.
Wandering through misty mountains and streams, I splash ink to paint landscapes in crimson hues.
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The clouds are azure and seem to bring rain. The water is placid and gives rise to mist.
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The heavens suddenly cleared, revealing the mountain shrouded like a scroll. The clouds still retained their form, as if stones were clothed in them.
The green mountains rise in layers, towering and hidden by the sun. Their verdant peaks are steep and imposing, shrouded in mist and cloud. Streams meander through valleys, cascading into waterfalls that spray water droplets high into the air. Monkeys chatter from the trees, fish leap in the streams, and white egrets soar effortlessly through the azure sky. It's a breathtakingly beautiful scene, like a painting or a fairyland.
By the stream, a four-meter long white snake slithered through the grass. Its whiteness was like jade, its scales smooth and delicate. Its body was flexible and boneless, graceful and lively.
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The snake flicked its forked tongue, catching the faint scent of prey in the air. It slithered past a large rock, raising its head to search with its heat-sensing organs. Suddenly, it accelerated, diving into the grass and startling a flock of birds. Its jaws gaped open, swallowing five bird eggs the size of goose eggs. Afterward, it left the nest without looking back and continued searching for more food to satisfy its hunger.
Survival in the forest is paramount, encompassing hunting, sustenance, and maintaining bodily functions.
After a long while, Bai She filled her belly and wriggled into the pile of rocks to digest her food. Her snake eyes stared blankly at the sky outside the cave. In fact, snakes can't see very far and are almost highly myopic. They also lack external ears. They use their forked tongues to sense smells and heat-sensing organs to detect temperature to search for targets. Their hearing relies on feeling vibrations through their bellies.
The reason I stare at the sky is merely a habit from my past life. Perhaps it's a dying wish to no longer be human, thus reincarnating as a snake.
The initial discomfort gradually faded with time. Twenty years of life polished away humanity, and past memories were gradually suppressed by animalistic instincts. Only occasionally, when lost in thought, would he recall the sorrowful faces of his family by his bedside. When he had nothing to do each day, all he could do was try his best to remember his past life, fearing that one day he might forget everything and be left with only survival instincts, his passion gone, becoming a cold-blooded creature.
First to be intentionally forgotten was the name carried from a past life. This life as a snake no longer needs its old identity.
It's not that I deliberately forget my past life and abandon humanity. I spent twenty years struggling to survive in the brutal wilderness, fighting against enemies tooth and nail. Where would I find the time or the mood for melancholy The beauty you see is just a facade; the real forest is harsh and unforgiving.
The White Snake summarized four rules of survival.
First, use enough patience to wait for the right time.
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Second, attacking the weak and avoiding the strong.
Thirdly, regardless of the enemy's strength, one must exert all their effort and fight with ruthlessness and bloodthirst when attacking.
Fourth, when facing danger, flee with all your might.
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From hatching, struggling for survival according to the laws of nature to its current four-meter length, it has always been surrounded by various enemies. This includes the two-meter wingspan eagle that constantly circles above its head. It remembers a time when it almost got torn apart by an eagle's talons because it was careless. There are also wandering mountain cats nearby, and the most fearless animal of all, the honey badger.
Countless battles with natural enemies made the white snake more cold-blooded and ferocious. Even though she was covered in wounds and blood, she still fought frantically, seizing every opportunity to pierce through her opponent's skin with her two sharp fangs and inject venom.
The snake has a slender body and weak venom. It's not like a venomous snake with a triangular head and thin neck. It mostly relies on constriction to kill its prey, using venom only as a supplement.
The weather in the mountains changes as quickly as a child's face. In the blink of an eye, dark clouds gathered and lightning flashed with thunderclaps.
The thunder raged and the beasts were terrified. When the lightning ended, large raindrops exploded on the ground, turning into a downpour in an instant. The white snake moved closer to the shelter to avoid getting wet. Rain would lower its body temperature. As a cold-blooded animal, snakes cannot maintain a constant body temperature like mammals. After the rain stopped and the sun rose, they had to go outside to bask in the sun and raise their body temperature to stay alert.
Looking out at the rain curtain, it swirled and remained motionless.
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The white snake, with her poor eyesight and hearing, had just missed an incredible sight. Other animals saw it clearly: thick, ink-colored clouds swirled relentlessly, lightning striking the peak of a mountain with all its might. A tiger with black and yellow stripes, a white blaze on its forehead, stood atop the mountain, roaring amidst the thunder and lightning. Its roar was filled with anger and unwillingness to submit. No matter how badly wounded, it remained proudly defiant, refusing to bow its head. A thunderbolt as thick as a water bucket struck down, leaving its wound blackened and bleeding profusely. It fell to the ground, unable to rise again, until finally, there was no sound left.
That stubborn and unyielding figure was deeply etched in the eyes of other animals. The naive beasts and birds didn't understand, they didn't understand why the tiger would be struck by lightning, and at the same time, they developed a fear of the sky above. This is normal, wild animals all have an instinct to avoid bad luck and seek good fortune. Instinct makes them stay away from danger.
Only a few animals stared with their eyes fixed on the white curtain of rain, gazing at the towering mountain peaks. Their roars echoed back and forth...compassing hunting, sustenance, and maintaining bodily functions.After a long while, Bai She filled her belly and wriggled into the pile of rocks to digest her food. Her snake eyes stared blankly at t...