Christmas at Home Writing a Short Essay — "Marching Toward the Snowy Mountain🏔️"

In early December, I traveled to Xinjiang with my friends.
Tall snow-capped mountains stand at the end of the land, as flat as a white carpet,
The sunlight breaking through the clouds shines like a spotlight on the mountain peaks,
Adding a sense of sacredness to the snow-capped mountains.

We had an idea:
Cross this wilderness and walk to the foot of the snow mountain.

We want to get close to the snow mountain,
We want to bring it down from its pedestal,
We want the same sunlight to shine on us,
We want to pick up a handful of snow from it and throw it fiercely.
We want to agree with it, enjoy it, play with it, destroy it.

At the same time, we want to mock Zhou Dunyi,
Call him a coward,
Because of a muddy puddle,
Even the tiny lotus flower dares not to mock.

Look at us,
Now daring to cross a wasteland to play with the snow mountain.

We walked for a long time,
The flat land without reference points makes the real distance deceptive.

Along the way, we saw footprints left by a fox,
We know there are more than one mammal here,
I picked up a stone and held it in my hand,
Explaining to my friend that it’s for self-defense,
In case we encounter a wild wolf or other predators in the wilderness,
So I can still struggle a little before dying.

Of course, what I most hope for is to encounter a wild rabbit,
Smash it to death, so I can have wild game for dinner,
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