On the morning of the 30th, after leisurely preparing the necessary tools and looking at the newly organized cave dwelling, Chen Zhou felt a delightful sense of ease and set out with this pleasant mood.
On dry season mornings, the treetops in the forest often enveloped in a thin mist, obscuring the fading crescent moon and sparse stars.
The insects were silent, and the frogs had closed their mouths, pausing their cacophonous calls.
In the distance, only the clear and melodious songs of parrots or other birds could be heard.
The light was still cool, yet the temperature was not low.
Wandering through the dense forest, surrounded by all kinds of plants, many familiar animals came into Chen Zhou's view.
Among them were lizards and tree frogs of various appearances, as well as mimicking katydids he had seen in documentaries.
