Siheyuan: Crossing the two worlds, if you don't obey, you will be a beast

When the decisive moment finally comes, I firmly believe that I will be able to break free from the heavy shackles that have bound me for a long time, just like a phoenix that has been reborn after being baptized by fire. At that time, I will be like a bird that has regained its freedom, fearlessly and wantonly stretching my strong and powerful wings, galloping freely in the vast and boundless blue sky, and unswervingly exploring the broad world and endless possibilities that belong to me.

However, as I slowly turned my head and looked over this long journey that I had personally experienced from beginning to end, a surge of emotions like a raging sea rose up in my heart. The ups and downs I had encountered in the past years, as well as the difficulties and obstacles I had experienced, were like vivid paintings, constantly appearing and flashing before my eyes.

During this long journey, the difficulties and obstacles encountered were endless. Those obstacles were like one after another, endless majestic mountains, towering high into the sky, giving people an insurmountable sense of oppression, making people feel fearful just by looking at them from a distance, let alone challenging them head-on.

At the same time, all kinds of sufferings and torments came one after another, like white snowflakes floating all over the sky, covering the sky. They fell endlessly, without end, and seemed to never stop. These sufferings and torments were intertwined and complicated to the extreme. Their number was comparable to the stars twinkling in the night sky. Those stars were densely dotted on the vast and unfathomable night sky, so many that people could not count them, almost completely covering the vast sky. Faced with such a complex and confusing situation, how could it be described in a few words in a comprehensive and detailed manner?

Whenever I was attacked by setbacks and hardships, I felt like a blacksmith holding a huge and heavy hammer. The hammer, with its overwhelming momentum, smashed into my already fragile, paper-thin heartstrings at lightning speed. Every heavy blow brought a heart-wrenching pain, tormenting my soul and bringing me to the brink of collapse.

Every violent collision would cause a strong tremor in my heartstrings, which in turn caused ripples in my heart, spreading outwards in circles, and it would take a long time for me to regain my composure. However, even so, I never complained, let alone gave up easily.

In the endless river of time, day and night are like tireless dancers, constantly alternating their dance steps; years are like a silent passerby, hastily slipping away from people without leaving any trace. In this long torrent of time, every time I take a step, it is like stepping into a minefield full of needle points, and I must be extremely cautious.

My heart was like a frightened rabbit, pounding in my throat. Every step I took had to be carefully considered, repeatedly confirming whether the place I was going to land on was safe. The feeling of being so nervous was really tormenting!

As I walked along, I felt as if I was walking on a layer of ice as thin as a cicada's wing. The ice looked crystal clear, but it was hiding deadly dangers. Every time I took a small step forward, I would feel a tremor, fearing that if I was not careful, the ice under my feet would make a crisp "crackling" sound and then instantly break into countless pieces.

If that were to happen, I would be dragged into a bottomless, icy abyss by that merciless force. It would be dark and cold, without a single ray of light or warmth, only despairing silence. Once trapped in it, I would never be able to turn things around, and would only be able to struggle in this desperate situation until the last moment of my life.

When the first ray of golden sunlight in the early morning, like a mother's extremely gentle and loving palm, brings with it wisps of subtle warmth, and flows slowly over my delicate and graceful body like the gurgling of water, I am filled with joy and think that it will bring me endless warmth and the light of hope full of beautiful aspirations.

However, what people never expected was that at this moment, this beam of light that was supposed to have magical power suddenly seemed to lose all its power. No matter how hard it tried, it could not penetrate the thick haze that followed me deep in my heart. This haze was like a thick and dark curtain, ruthlessly wrapping my fragile heart tightly, making it difficult for any light and warmth to reach the deepest part of my heart.

The haze was like a towering, unreachable mountain, lying across my heart; it was like a heavy boulder, pressing down on my thin chest mercilessly. As a result, I felt that my breathing was becoming increasingly difficult, and every breath seemed to exhaust my whole body's strength, and even my heartbeat began to become increasingly difficult, as if it would stop beating the next moment.

The night falls so quietly, like a light and cautious messenger, walking in soft and slow steps. It is like a huge and boundless black velvet, slowly unfolding at an extremely slow rhythm, tightly covering up the hustle and bustle of the day.