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

Whenever the sun rises and the hustle and bustle of the streets begins, Han Xiaodong will walk along the crowded streets. He is not in a hurry, nor does he pursue speed, but just enjoys the tranquility of the morning and the vitality of the city. People come and go on the road, hurried footsteps, cars come and go, horns sound one after another, but he seems to be in another world, with only himself and his bicycle.

Sometimes, Han Xiaodong would stop and observe the scenery on the roadside. He liked to look at the small stalls on the street corners, which were filled with all kinds of goods, from fresh fruits to colorful toys, each of which exuded an alluring atmosphere. He also liked to look at the people on the roadside. They came from different places and wore all kinds of clothes, but on the streets of this city, they seemed to have a wonderful connection with each other.

Sometimes, Han Xiaodong would encounter some interesting things. For example, one day, he was riding his bicycle on the street and suddenly heard a noisy sound. He looked up and found a group of children playing. They were chasing a flying balloon, and the laughter filled the whole street. Han Xiaodong stopped and watched for a while, his heart filled with nostalgia for his childhood.

Sometimes, Han Xiaodong would encounter some difficulties. For example, one day, his bicycle suddenly broke down and could not move forward. He had to get off the bicycle to check it, and it took a lot of effort to fix it. Despite this, he was not discouraged, but continued to ride his bicycle and move forward.

Han Xiaodong rode slowly on the busy street. Tall buildings stood on both sides of the street, and dense crowds surged like a torrent. The sun shone through the gaps between the tall buildings onto the ground, casting mottled light and shadows. Riding on such a street was like traveling through a prosperous painting, and he was just one of the strokes in it.

He took a deep breath of the morning air, feeling the breeze on his face. Above his head, the sky was as blue as a mirror, with a few white clouds floating by occasionally, as light as the sun. There was a hint of comfort in his eyes. This kind of weather was indeed a good time for cycling.

Suddenly, a shrill car horn broke the tranquility of the street, and a car whizzed past him at high speed, stirring up a gust of wind. Han Xiaodong subconsciously dodged to the side, avoiding the danger of being brushed by the car. He sighed inwardly, the hustle and bustle and danger of the city are always hidden beneath the surface and may erupt at any time.

He continued riding, passing through a bustling commercial district, with a dazzling array of shops on the roadside, all kinds of goods neatly displayed. Han Xiaodong looked from afar and saw a little girl standing in front of a toy store window, staring intently at one of the toys, a pink doll, with infinite desire and yearning in her eyes.

He stopped his bike, walked over to the little girl, smiled and asked, "Do you like this doll?"

The little girl raised her head and looked at Han Xiaodong in surprise, then nodded and said shyly, "Yes, but I don't have enough money to buy it."

Han Xiaodong smiled gently, reached out and touched the little girl's hair, then took out some change from his pocket, handed it to her and said, "Is this enough money to buy it?"

The little girl opened her eyes wide, took the money excitedly, looked at Han Xiaodong gratefully and said, "Thank you, uncle!"

Han Xiaodong shook his head and said with a smile: "You're welcome, kid, remember to cherish it."

The little girl nodded happily, then took the money and ran quickly into the toy store. Han Xiaodong looked at her back, and a warm current surged in his heart. This small act of kindness might bring her a little warmth and happiness.

Continuing riding, Han Xiaodong came to a narrow alley. The scene here was completely different from the commercial district just now. The alley was lined with dilapidated houses with mottled walls and broken windows, revealing the traces of time. There were few pedestrians in the alley, and occasionally a few children were playing, making bursts of laughter.

While riding, he suddenly heard a cry. He looked up and saw a little boy sitting on the side of the road crying with a broken toy in his hand. Han Xiaodong was moved and stopped his bike. He walked to the boy and asked with concern: "What happened? Why are you crying?"

The little boy raised his head, tears blurred his eyes, and he choked and said, "My toy is broken, and I can't fix it."

Han Xiaodong squatted down, picked up the toy in the boy's hand, and carefully examined it. The toy was badly damaged, and even the best repairman could hardly fix it. He gently patted the boy's shoulder and said, "Don't be sad, toys can be repaired, but happiness cannot be lost."

The little boy looked up at Han Xiaodong, with some confusion in his eyes. He asked, "Then what should I do?"

Han Xiaodong smiled and said, "Let's go find a place and get a new toy. What do you think?"

The little boy's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he nodded immediately. Han Xiaodong took the little boy to a nearby store, selected a new toy, and handed it to the little boy. The little boy took the toy, a bright smile appeared on his face, and he said happily: "Thank you, uncle!"

: "You're welcome, kid. Remember to have fun." Han Xiaodong patted the little boy's shoulder gently, with a warm light in his eyes.

The little boy happily held his new toy and ran away, leaving Han Xiaodong standing alone at the entrance of the alley. He looked around and felt the diversity and complexity of the city. Every street and alley had different stories and emotions.

Continuing his ride, Han Xiaodong arrived at a busy market. The market was crowded with people, and the stalls were filled with all kinds of goods, from fresh vegetables and fruits to a variety of small commodities. He smelled the various aromas in the market and felt as if he was in a colorful world.

He strolled through the market, stopping from time to time to talk with the stall owners. There was no reserve, no distance between them, only sincerity and friendliness. They shared each other's stories and experiences, and asked about each other's families and lives.

"Han Xiaodong, you've come at the right time. Come and take a look at my new goods." A stall owner greeted Han Xiaodong, holding a fresh fruit in his hand and smiling.

Han Xiaodong walked over and looked at the fruit in the stall owner's hand curiously, and found that it was a variety he had never seen before. He took the fruit and smelled it, and the fruity fragrance was so fragrant that it made people salivate.

"What kind of fruit is this?" he asked curiously.

The stall owner smiled and explained: "This is a new product we recently imported from the south, called 'Star Dew Fruit', which tastes delicious and is rich in nutrition."