Su Ling's Time Travel

"Guozhu, look how cute this little bird is. Once it's healed, we must release it properly," Zhang Fugui said with a smile, his eyes filled with anticipation for the future.

"Yes, Dad. I will take good care of it. Once it's healed, we'll release it together." Zhang Guozhu smiled, his smile full of innocence and kindness. He knew that this little bird was not only a bond between him and his father, but also a shared responsibility and mission they carried together.

"Dad, do you think we'll encounter more things like this in the future?" Zhang Guozhu asked as they walked, his eyes sparkling with anticipation and curiosity for the future.

“Definitely, Guozhu. This world is full of unknowns and surprises. As long as we feel and experience with our hearts, we will definitely discover more wonderful things,” Zhang Fugui replied with a smile, his voice full of determination and confidence.

Following the winding mountain road, Zhang Fugui and his son Zhang Guozhu stepped into a completely different world—a Dong ethnic village brimming with local flavor. Sunlight filtered through the clouds, casting a golden glow on the cobblestone streets, draping the ancient village in a golden hue. Colorful flags fluttered, and the sounds of gongs and drums filled the air, creating a vibrant and lively scene.

"Dad, look! It's so lively here!" Zhang Guozhu pointed excitedly ahead, his eyes sparkling with curiosity and surprise.

Zhang Fugui smiled too, sensing his son's excitement. "Yes, Guozhu. It seems we're fortunate to have witnessed a major Dong festival today." His words were full of anticipation; he knew this experience would be a rare cultural one for his son.

The father and son were warmly welcomed into the village by the villagers, who were dressed in their festive best and beaming with smiles, as if everyone here was the star of the celebration. The villagers took Zhang Fugui and Zhang Guozhu's hands and invited them to join the grand celebration.

"Welcome, honored guest! Welcome to our village, let's share our joy!" an elderly villager said in his deep voice, his eyes filled with sincerity and enthusiasm.

Inspired by the villagers' enthusiasm, Zhang Fugui and Zhang Guozhu followed them to the square in the center of the village. A large crowd had already gathered there, forming a circle around a Dong ethnic dance troupe dressed in magnificent traditional costumes. As the music began, the performance commenced.

Zhang Guozhu was deeply captivated by the scene before him. He watched the dancers' graceful figures and listened to the melodious songs, feeling as if he himself had become part of this sea of ​​joy. "Dad, look how beautiful their dance is! And their singing is so lovely!" he couldn't help but say to his father, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Zhang Fugui smiled as he looked at his son, knowing what this moment meant for Zhang Guozhu. "Yes, Guozhu. This is the charm of ethnic culture. Every ethnic group has its own unique culture and traditions, which are the most precious treasures in the world." His words were filled with emotion and reverence.

After the performance, the villagers invited Zhang Fugui and Zhang Guozhu to sample Dong ethnic cuisine. The table was laden with a variety of dishes, including fragrant and sticky glutinous rice, exceptionally delicious sour fish soup, and other local snacks whose names they couldn't recall. Zhang Guozhu took a bite of the glutinous rice, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. "Wow, this is so delicious! Dad, you should try some too!" he said, placing a bite on his father's plate.

As Zhang Fugui savored the authentic Dong cuisine, his heart was filled with emotion. "Guozhu, do you know how much the village has changed over the years? Before, living conditions here weren't nearly as good as they are now. But now, look at this lively celebration, this sumptuous feast—it's all thanks to the villagers' hard work and wisdom." His words carried a hint of satisfaction and pride.

Listening to his father's words, Zhang Guozhu felt a surge of inexplicable emotion. He began to cherish everything he had even more, and he had even greater respect for the villagers who had changed their lives through hard work and wisdom. "Dad, you're right. We really must cherish our current life and strive to create better conditions for the future," he said, his words filled with determination and resolve.

While enjoying the food, Zhang Fugui also chatted with the villagers about the changes that had taken place in the village over the years. He listened to their stories of past hardships and present happiness, feeling their joy and pride. He knew that these changes were not only reflected in their material lives, but also in their spirit and attitude towards life.

“Brother Zhang, do you know? Before, our area was poorly connected and lacked information. But now it's different. The roads are built, and we have internet access. Our specialty agricultural products can now leave the mountains and be sold all over the country. Life is getting better and better!” a villager said excitedly, his face beaming with happiness.

Zhang Fugui nodded, knowing full well what these changes meant for the villagers. "Yes, brothers. This is all thanks to your hard work and wisdom. I believe that your lives will be even better in the future." His words were full of encouragement and expectation.