"There will be a thousand tragedies every mile", and the shadow of a thousand tragedies described in "Echo of the Mountains" is the shadow of that thousands of tragedies! It is Husseini Callard who has carefully woven a past that deserves our deep consideration. Remember, there will be echoes!
1. The world cannot see within you, it does not care at all about your hopes, dreams, and sorrows, which are all covered by skin and bones. It's so simple, so ridiculous, and so cruel.
2. Discover, discover your purpose in life, and live that life. But sometimes, you only have to live to realize that you already have a goal in life, and maybe this goal you never thought of. Now that my goal has been achieved, I feel like I've lost my way and just have to go with the flow.
3. Through the curtain, she saw the gentle and soft hills, the sky high and blue, the setting sun falling behind the mill, and forever, forever, at the end of heaven and earth, dim, dim, dim, hazy and continuous mountains.
4. If culture is a house, then language is the key, not only can the door be opened, but all the rooms inside can be opened.
5. There is no toy in the world that can fill the gap in my father's absence.
6. The problems in life are either unanswered or there are too many answers to be sorted out.
7. Stories are like a train on the move: no matter where you jump, you can get to your destination, sooner or later.
8. There is nothing left here. There is no longer his home here. He would wait until winter passed, until spring, when the snowmelt came. He would get up one morning, before dawn, and step out of the house. He will choose one direction to hit the road. As far as his feet could take him, he could go as far away as he could, far away from Shadbagh. If one day he treks too long in the wilderness and is captured by despair, then he will stop halfway and be blinded. He would remember the falcon feather that Parry had found in the desert. He will imagine feathers loose from the birds, in the clouds, thousands of feet above the earth, dancing in the violent air currents, swirling, being wrapped in the fierce wind of the roaring trumpet, pushing, flying over thousands of miles of desert, a hundred mountains, overcoming all dangers, and finally foolproof, falling at the foot of the boulder, and will be found by his sister. He will linger in this imagination, which brings not only the initial surprises, but also the hope that will follow, that all this will come true. But he also knew more clearly that he had to summon up enough courage, open his eyes, and step forward.