How wisdom is being passed down to the next generation, from the Front Page Sections, translated…
Maybe, it’s the weather getting colder, or maybe, it’s being scared, the small white crane that’s found a home in the wetlands of Chingshui in Jingshan, after a brief time away from home, was released back into the wild, in Jingshan again, it’d made the elderly farmer, Huang smile once more, but, the crane will eventually, turn north.
My mother is almost eighty years old, although she’d not studied very much, but, after I’d analyzed to her how if we can use green energies to replace the nuclear energies that it’d, benefited the future generations, she’d said, “Yes, for the sake of the future generations, that, is what we must do!”
From a poverty-stricken fishing village, my mother had, inherited the skills to pickle the mullet eggs, and, at the end of the year, her mullet egg sacks would always draw in, a ton of gourmands. But, due to the abnormality in weather in recent years, the mullets which should’ve dropped in before the coming of winter had become, reduced.
Over a decade ago, when the cold fronts come, we can get to the fish markets and get the portions for the entire year, and now, we’d had to, gone to the fish markets, the harbors, in the middle of the nights, continually, and then, we’d had to, beg the ship operators, to leave behind the “goods”.
And, this still shows, how we’re, taking too much from the natural world, without leaving nature a chance, to recuperate from what we’d taken from the wild, and, if this cycle continues, then, there would be, NO more of the supplies of these items left for anybody in the world.