Siheyuan: Killing the gods against the will of heaven, causing great suffering to all living beings

"You have talent, these photos are very good," praised a photographer.

Han Xiaodong smiled modestly: "Thank you for your guidance, I am still a novice and have a lot to learn."

After shooting for a while, Han Xiaodong felt a little tired, so he said goodbye to the photographers and continued to explore the forest. As he walked, he suddenly saw a small wooden house in front of him, surrounded by vines, which looked a little mysterious.

Han Xiaodong walked over curiously and knocked on the door. After a moment, the door slowly opened and an old man with silver hair appeared at the door. The old man smiled kindly and said, "Young man, what can I do for you?"

Han Xiaodong replied politely: "Grandpa, I came here for a walk, and I was curious about this cabin, so I came to take a look."

The old man nodded and said, "Come in, it's rare for someone to come here."

Han Xiaodong followed the old man into the house and found it filled with various ancient tools and books, as well as some plant specimens. The old man invited Han Xiaodong to sit down and poured him a cup of tea.

"Young man, are you from the city?" the old man asked.

Han Xiaodong nodded, “Yes, Grandpa, I work in a cotton mill, and I came here to relax today.”

The old man smiled and said, "That's great, young people are energetic. But we must also pay attention to the combination of work and rest, because health is the capital of revolution."

Han Xiaodong felt warm in his heart and said gratefully: "Thank you for your concern, Grandpa. I will pay attention to it."

The two chatted for a long time, and Han Xiaodong learned that the old man was a retired botanist. When he was young, he studied plants in the forest all year round. Later, he simply settled down here to enjoy a peaceful old age.

"I am very familiar with every tree and every flower and grass here. They are like my old friends," the old man said kindly.

Han Xiaodong said with emotion: "Grandpa, you are so amazing. Everything here exudes a breath of life."

The old man nodded slightly. "Nature is the best teacher. Young people should get in touch with nature more. You can learn much more from it than from books."

Han Xiaodong was deeply touched and said respectfully: "Grandpa, I will definitely remember your teachings and learn more from nature."

After bidding farewell to the old man, Han Xiaodong continued to walk in the forest, feeling extremely fulfilled and satisfied. It was almost evening when he reluctantly left this beautiful forest.

Han Xiaodong was still in a good mood after returning to the courtyard. He told his mother about his experience in the forest, and his mother was also very happy.

"Han Xiaodong, you've had a really fulfilling day today. Mom is happy for you." said the mother with a smile.

Han Xiaodong nodded, "Yes, Mom, today is really an unforgettable experience. I feel like I have learned a lot."

A few days later, Han Xiaodong showed the photos he took in the forest to his neighbors, and everyone praised them for being well-taken.

"Han Xiaodong, you are so talented. These photos look like they were taken by a professional photographer."

"Yes, Han Xiaodong, you really opened your eyes this time."

"Thank you for your compliments. I benefited a lot from this trip to the forest. I would like to go again if I have the chance."

He planned to hold a photo exhibition in the courtyard to display the photos taken by himself and his neighbors for everyone to appreciate and exchange. The photo exhibition was almost ready. On the day of the photo exhibition, everyone took out their own photos to display, and Han Xiaodong's photos of the forest aroused great interest among everyone.

Han Xiaodong was walking home when he turned a corner. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. He saw a cemetery surrounded by low walls. The tombs were neatly arranged, quiet and solemn. In the center of the cemetery, there was a square with many tall monuments erected on it. Flowers and offerings were placed in front of each monument.

Han Xiaodong stopped and stood there quietly, gazing at the monuments. He felt an inexplicable admiration and gratitude in his heart, because the monuments represented the soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the country, and they finally rested here to defend the country.

A breeze blew by, bringing with it the faint scent of flowers from the cemetery, and Han Xiaodong's mood calmed down. He suddenly thought of some wild flowers around him that could be used as an offering.

Han Xiaodong walked to a patch of wild flowers, carefully picked some colorful flowers, and then walked back to the monument. He gently inserted these wild flowers around the monument, and each flower was like a pious prayer, expressing his respect and grief for these heroes.

Then, Han Xiaodong took out a few bottles of drinks he had just bought, opened the bottle caps, and slowly poured the drinks down the monument. The clear liquid dripped onto the stone tablet, as if to bring a touch of coolness and comfort to the deceased heroes.

"Thank you for your hard work. These are my humble tokens of appreciation." Han Xiaodong said softly, with a determined light in his eyes. This is not only a ceremony, but also a deep respect and gratitude from the bottom of his heart for the heroes.

Standing at the cemetery, Han Xiaodong felt an invisible force, a force that connects history and the present. These soldiers may have long since left this world, but their spirits are forever engraved on this land, inspiring future generations to keep moving forward.

Just as Han Xiaodong was about to leave, he felt someone approaching. He turned around and saw an elderly man carrying a basket, apparently adding water to the flowers on the monument.

The old man looked at Han Xiaodong and said with a smile: "Young man, are you here to pay homage to these heroes as well?"

Han Xiaodong nodded. "Yes, I think these soldiers are great. They have sacrificed their most precious lives for our country."

The old man smiled and said, "Yes, these are all for the people who can live and work in peace and contentment today. Every time at this time, I will come here to add fresh flowers and clean water for them."

Han Xiaodong said with emotion: "You are right. We must remember history and cherish the present."

The old man nodded and said, "Young man, you have a good idea. With such a mind, the future of the country is bright."

Han Xiaodong felt that the old man's words were like encouragement and affirmation. He looked at the old man deeply, and then nodded silently.

"I'm leaving too, goodbye." The old man said with a kind smile.

Han Xiaodong responded politely: "Goodbye, Grandpa, I wish you all the best."

After returning home, Han Xiaodong was in an exceptionally calm and peaceful mood. He knew that this experience in the cemetery not only made him cherish his current life more, but also strengthened his sense of responsibility to the country and society.

Han Xiaodong slowly opened the door, and a familiar family atmosphere came to his face, but at this moment he felt a little heavy. He did not expect that the experience in the cemetery just now would touch his heart so deeply.

After entering the house, Han Xiaodong gently closed the door and leaned against it, his eyes wandering around the room in confusion. His heart was in turmoil and it was difficult to calm down for a while.

"Han Xiaodong, you're back." When Jia Zhang saw Han Xiaodong coming in, she quickly put down her work and walked over with concern, "What's wrong with you? You look a little strange."

Han Xiaodong forced a smile and said, "It's okay, I'm just a little tired." He tried hard to hide his inner uneasiness and didn't want to worry his family.

Jia Zhang carefully observed Han Xiaodong for a moment, and saw that there was an indescribable loneliness in his expression. She secretly speculated in her heart, "Did you encounter something unpleasant outside? Do you want to tell me, maybe I can help."

Han Xiaodong shook his head. "Mom, it's nothing serious. I just saw some touching scenes on the road."

Jia Zhang looked at Han Xiaodong with a little worry. She knew that although Han Xiaodong was a little introverted, he was thoughtful and easily influenced by the emotions of the outside world. She didn't ask more questions, knowing that if Han Xiaodong wanted to say something, there would always be a suitable time.

"Dinner will be ready soon. Wash your hands and eat when you're ready." Jia Zhang changed the subject, hoping that the warm family atmosphere would ease Han Xiaodong's mood.

Han Xiaodong felt his mother's concern and felt a little warm in his heart. He nodded, "Okay, I'll go wash my hands."

At the dining table, the family sat together to eat dinner. Liu Haizhong and his wife and Yi Zhonghai also came, and everyone talked enthusiastically about the trivialities and interesting stories in daily life.

"Han Xiaodong, how are things going in the factory recently?" Liu Haizhong asked with concern, "I heard that your performance is pretty good recently."

Han Xiaodong nodded and said, "Yes, there are a lot of orders recently, and everyone is very busy."

"That's good." Liu Haizhong nodded with a smile, "If you work well, your life will be smoother."

Yi Zhonghai interrupted, "Han Xiaodong, are you free recently? We are planning to organize a party in the yard, where we can have a barbecue, chat and relax together."

Han Xiaodong thought for a moment and said, "I should have time this weekend. I haven't attended such a party for a long time."

"Then let's set it for Saturday night." Yi Zhonghai suggested, "I'll be in charge of the barbecue, and everyone can just bring some snacks and drinks."

Everyone agreed, and Han Xiaodong nodded in agreement. In this compound, gatherings between neighbors are a common way to get closer to each other and enhance friendship.

After dinner, Han Xiaodong sat quietly on a rattan chair in the yard, looking at the stars in the sky, still feeling a little emotional. The scenes in the cemetery kept replaying in his mind. The tombstones of the heroes and their deeds of sacrificing their lives for the country gave him a deeper understanding of life and responsibility.

"Han Xiaodong, what are you thinking about?" Yan Bugui walked to Han Xiaodong, sat on the chair opposite him, and looked at him with concern.

Han Xiaodong raised his head and smiled slightly, "Nothing, I just feel that life is sometimes very contradictory, and some things are hard to predict."

Yan Bugui nodded, "Yes, sometimes fate is like this, all we can do is try our best."