Thirst!
So thirsty!
Parched!
Mouth dry and tongue parched, Zhou Chen felt like he was going to explode.
He was like a small calf pulling a large cart, trudging arduously along the winding and rugged mountain paths.
The jade-like carriage weighed on his shoulder, feeling as heavy as a thousand pounds, his steps laborious as he sweated profusely.
Especially, Zhou Chen was very thirsty.
He needed water!
With difficult steps, Zhou Chen barely made it over two obstructive mountains and finally caught his breath on a flat prairie.
Zhou Chen continued on his journey.
Over the snowy mountains, across the grasslands, to a perilous gorge.
Zhou Chen looked up and gazed, his pupils shrank, and he was speechless in awe.
"No wonder Wang Anshi once said: The extraordinary views of grandeur and enchantment are often found in places far and perilous, where people rarely reach, thus only those with resolve can arrive."
Such beauty is not for the common eyes to appreciate and see.
