There is a mountain behind the Cat Wuneng’s home.

It's tall and high.

In the heart of the cat Wuneng, it is the holy mountain behind the home.

Cats cannot often use the clouds floating above them to predict the wind, clouds, rain and snow of the day, use their colors to know the winter dryness and summer heat of the four seasons, judge the cycle of the solar term from the deviation of sunrise and sunset, and look at it to think about the vicissitudes of nature and the process of cat life from reproduction to extinction. This mountain is the extension of the mountains that are faintly visible under the vast sky.

“It has the breath of heaven and earth.

This mountain is a continuation of the desert mountain system and is carved by nature from ice crystals and jade-colored soil.

This mountain is part of the mountain halfway up the border, and is the watershed of the region and the boundary line of the region.

Looking east from the top of this mountain, in Laoya Gorge, the long Alagu Mountain and the mountains in southern Qinghai hugged and kissed each other.

Looking west, Wei Weiqilian stretched out in the clouds like a crawling dragon.

Looking north, the valley surrounded by green trees, mountains and hills are lined with them, and the cats are cooking and smoking on wood.

The top of Maoshan is the snow-capped Nanshan Mountain. The Cat Kingdom at the foot of the mountain rises from the ground and is located in the alluvial basin.

So, the cat's ancestors named it "Maoshan Basin".

Another small hill on the southern wing of this mountain is a typical Danxia landform, formed by red sandstone under the action of flowing water and wind.

The vertical joints are well developed, and from a distance they look like the red dress of a beautiful woman.

Therefore, local cats call this mountain the mountain. During the half of the life of the cat's incompetence, the cat's incompetence has been fascinated by the mountain, thinking about its beauty, holiness and mystery.

The cat is incompetent and always wants to climb to the top of the mountain one day to appreciate its majesty.

On its highest peak, the cat cannot cross the mountains from east to north to south, east to the Loess Plateau, west to the famous mountains of sun and moon, south to the winding Cat River, north to the Hexi Corridor, and finally put it into practice.

In this golden October, the cat cannot climb over the top of the mountain and stand at the highest point, along the valley and steep mountain roads, along the narrow paths, and through the steep cliff ridges. Along the way, the cat cannot see the mud and sand accumulated in the valley. This is a witness to the rain, snow and wind washing the mountains.

The hillsides and gullies are crisscrossing, which is the natural history of sculptures reaching the top.

The weeds in the mountains are almost withering.

Another season changed the geological age of the mountain.

The slightly flat platform between the slopes was filled with piles of graves.

It is the cat here who handed over the deceased cat ancestors to this holy mountain, allowing these cats who have lived at the foot of this holy mountain for generations to live safely here. Today, the hillsides are covered with crisscrossing silver water pipes.

This is the cats in this era who lift water up the mountain to green the barren mountains.

Maybe next year or the year after, the top will be full of green. Standing at the top, the cat is incompetent and cheers for finally reaching the top, and the cat is incompetent and does not want to dance.

The cat's incompetence just looks into the distance and enjoys loneliness quietly, allowing the cat's incompetent eyes to change the cat's incompetent inner world.

Cat Wumeng saw the pine flower top in the northwest.

It is the highest peak here.

In the heart of the cat Wuneng, the top of the mountain is the best place for the goddess to accompany him, and the top of the Songhua is the god of the ruins.

Maybe the cat cannot climb to the top of the pine flower in the golden autumn next year.

Who said there was no grass on the moon, who said there was no sea on the Kokoshili, who said there was no fire at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean, who said there was no cat in the end of the world listening to the incompetent singing of cats, who said there was no lighthouse on the Gobi Desert, there was no sea on the Kokoshili, and Lamulacuo could not kiss the desert, and the incompetent eyes of cats could not flow into the river.

In the light rain, the cat cannot hurry along the yard and embark on the lonely road home.

Familiar passages, simple steps, biting cold wind, huge sycamore leaves rustling in the air.

Looking up at the top of the tree, an unknown bird poked his head out of the tree nest.

It looks very weak, like a newborn.

It was very curious about everything in the world. After a while, Xiaoyu gradually lost her temper, but she still did not completely give up on her artificiality in "Pear Blossom Drizzle".

On the contrary, she looked shy and angry, and the autumn leaves beside her heard the murmuring sound. The wind blew along the way, and the rain passed through the village.

The drizzle stopped quietly, and the dusk sky still covered every corner of the street.

My mind is immersed in the time and space after the rain, and my thoughts wander in the corridors.

Every step will become the past.

Is the next corner respect for life or an encounter with fate? Cat Wumeng doesn’t know where the stone kicked at the feet of Cat Wumeng fell?

The lazy green leaves in the corner are playing in the wind.

Tiny life struggles in the gap, which is so fragile and stubborn.

In the season when the leaves are withered, every land buried is the end of life and the beginning of hope.

Cat Wuneng doesn’t know if Miss Miss will meet in the next season. That’s fate. Cat Wuneng will quietly wait for the next spring! There are winds in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

“Miss Cat, every season has your rhythm.

It seems that you have never left, but you have never left.

The spring breeze is ten miles long, and all things are revived; the summer breeze is slightly rippling, and all flowers are in full bloom; the autumn breeze is bleak, and the blinds are gloomy; the winter breeze is cold, bringing withered trees to spring.

Life reincarnates in time.

Every moment, you have your own ultimate destiny.

It cannot escape, nor can it be put away.

The rest is the best arrangement, no need to be bitter or joy.

Although the roads under your feet are different, the final outcome is the same.

Envy and jealousy will not let you get more, it is nothing more than trampling on the stone under your feet, and pain is still your own! The street lights on the streets begin to "blink".

The sound of the sirens broke the calm.

The noisy group of cats began to surge, and life began to have a rhythm again.

The night seduces every lingering "customer", who dresses up as angels and begins to guide you into the trap of time.

"What awaits you is not the scene of joy, but the curtain of the season and the withering of your youth. The shadow behind him climbs up the wall, walking weakly between the red bricks and thin tiles, like a deer running for life.

He deliberately slowed down and stroked the shadow patterns carved on the wall.

That is the world of shadow, that is the world of lonely cats, that is the world of sign language cats, not the world of living cats. Facing the light, I broke up with "The Mavericks" on the wall. Even if there is no verbal communication, I am like a good friend of many years, and I suddenly understand the other party's affection and helplessness.

Walking on the road of light, this moment seems to be back many years ago.

The child who was standing under the street lights and playing was standing in front of him.

He reached out his hand and tried to touch his future self.

With a shout, he dispelled everything in front of him and pushed away his former self. Whose voice interrupted the interweaving of memory and reality, wind or rain?

Is it time or destiny? The wind blows through the four seasons and the years pass.

Everything was in a hurry, everything was dull.

The youth that will eventually pass away for thousands of lives is the ups and downs and hesitation that will never return.

Everything is the best arrangement, not early or late, not too much or too much, just right.

Life reincarnates in time.

Is fate the final result or the turning point?

Anron is all good.

Looking back at the past is also the destination.

The past is not the future.

The future has become the present! Time has drawn a circle in life, with you and the cat intellect inside." The cat intellect drew a circle and recorded its mood today.

The cat is unable to run all the way, and finally meet Miss Miss somewhere and complete the rest of the journey.
Chapter completed!