Autumn afternoons are always lazy and cozy. The branches outside the window stretched their branches lazily, touching my tightly closed window edges from time to time. At his feet was the fat cat, putting its round head on my furry slippers and rubbing it back and forth.
Brew a cup of chrysanthemum tea, the golden yellow flowers gradually bloom with the flow of water, and a wisp of fragrance seems to spread out in the room. With a little cookie hidden secretly, the days at home alone always seem both pleasant and quiet.
Unconsciously, sleepiness struck, and consciousness slowly fell asleep in time.
When I woke up again, it was already dark, looked at the herbal tea on the table, and silently put on my slippers to drink a cup of warm water to warm my body. But I faintly heard the strangeness in the quiet room.
The cat at the head of the bed was still asleep, and I had to find the same source myself.
At that time, a small person the size of a palm, dragging a bag of things flashed briskly through the middle of the house, red hat, pointed hat tip, I almost thought he was wearing a hat just to make himself look a little taller, snow white beard like Santa Claus I played at Christmas, I suddenly wondered if I had found something terrible.
The sound of my faint footsteps seemed to alarm him, only to see him slowly raise his head, smile at me, and ask me in fluent Mandarin: Madam, did you wake up, I'm sorry.
I'd love to say: no, it doesn't matter. But I couldn't say a word. He bent down slightly to signal that I could follow him, and my legs seemed to have their own consciousness, and they walked toward him step by step, and even the sleeping fat cat did not know when it came to my side.
What I thought was a "cat and mouse" time didn't happen, they seemed to have known each other for a long time, speaking their own language, but communicating tacitly and fluently. That's a language I haven't heard.
Can you believe it? I came to the dwarf's house, a place that had never been reported before, this incredible place, this place where we were working all day, it didn't seem to be exclusive to us.
I don't know when I became as small as the dwarf next to me, just without that weird hat. The landscape I saw had shocked me beyond words, and many times since then I have told this story to the people around me, but no one has ever wanted to believe it.
Until now I still don't believe it's just a dream.
Just under the big tree where I took shelter every day, a secret entrance was so open in front of me that I had probably never noticed it before because of my height. After walking through the long corridor, I came to the dwarf's house. It was really a luxurious house, quiet, comfortable, layered, and full of life.
Every part of the room showed the industriousness and competence of the owner, no dust, no clutter, well-organized, and if I ignored my original height, I would almost think that this was a normal farm manor. But you have to remember that the dwarf is only the size of my palm.
The hostess of the house, a smiling dwarf, welcomed me warmly and showed me around their house, and everywhere she went, she would explain in detail how her men had worked so hard to build the house of love that belonged to them.
From planing, to weaving wool, to sawing tree trunks yourself, prepare large rooms for couples, small rooms for their children, and guest rooms for guests. There are also bathrooms, fireplaces, leisure places, and the indispensable little toilets, all made by the man and his father.
Looking at the careful arrangement and polishing of the smooth wall floor in the room, I can imagine how happy and expectant the man is to build his own small home, for the safety, convenience and comfort of his wife and children, how long he has designed and polished.
The mistress proudly introduced me to her dowry box, the dowry box which I had never seen before in our world, and I thought that this kind of thing existed only in ancient times, but I did not expect that today I actually saw it, although it was only a trumpet.
The exquisite carvers, the intricate lacquerwork, and the objects stored inside all told me that this was a happy family.
Oh, you must not have imagined that they had pets, and the three voles, with their brown fur and their little black eyes, didn't seem to see my presence, and were still nibbling on something.
The hostess introduced to me that the voles were not only their pets, but also told them the time, and when it was dark, the voles would start to move, and they would know that the sun was going down and that it was time for their activities. At this time, she would wake up from her sleeping cupboard, put on her slippers, and go to the stove to make a fire and use a few dried leaves.
Boil a pot of water for your husband to bathe, and then make a pot of tea, and you can dress yourself up first. And the husband will lie in bed after his wife gets up, then go to the shower, and watch the hot water put by his wife, and his mood will become better. The husbands would help clean up the feces of the voles after bathing before they sat down to eat, and their meals were also very hearty.
After eating, the husband will be ready to go out to work, don't ask me what I do, sometimes I just do what I see, there is no fixed rule. And the dwarf's husband has to work every day, whether it's a hot summer night or a cold, long winter night, whether it's raining or winding. They always have to work, yes, work. Until it was almost dawn, he rushed home to enjoy the meal that his wife had carefully prepared for him.
The tree outside the door was the husband's tree of life, originally planted by the husband at birth, an oak tree used to calculate their age, and when the dwarf's life came to an end, the leaves of the tree withered. This is what I find most incredible.
The dwarf wife introduced me to their honeymoon, the funny things about the birth of their child, and the stories about their friends. And these stories are all stories that I have never heard, and there are no stories in the world.
Before I said goodbye, the dwarf wives told me a secret of theirs, that long, long ago they could have had many children, 8 or 10, but then for some reason they could not have as many children now.
But I never remembered what the reason was, the dwarf wife said it, I heard it, but it seems to be a secret that cannot be known, so I can't remember anything, if you have been lucky enough to meet the dwarf, if she happened to tell you this secret, please come and tell me.
You know, the feeling of a doubt buried in the bottom of my heart is really not so good, I could have known it!
Before I could say goodbye, I suddenly fell into a trap and went back to my own room, with the lazy and arrogant fat cat at hand, and the copy of Dwarf that I had just gotten my hands on.
I swear that at that time my book had not been unopened, and everything in it was unknown to me.
Until I stayed up late and finished reading that book, the magical dwarf encyclopedia. I still don't believe I'm just having a dream.
If you're also interested in dwarfs, if you've also had a dream about dwarfs, if you've also been invited to be a guest, then you're definitely going to read this book, this amazing book. But if you've never heard of dwarfs and never had such a dream, then I hope you never come across this book.
Because your worldview will be rewritten because of this book!
The author of the book "The Dwarf" is Will Hagen of the Netherlands, and he and his friend The Dutch painter Ryan Putwooder spent more than 20 years observing the life and work of the dwarf to create this book full of warmth and surprise.
Opening this book, we can follow Daddy Dwarf, get up at sunset to make wine/pick wild fruits, or follow Mother Dwarf to clean and decorate the house and listen to her tell stories that we haven't heard before.
Have a romantic date with the dwarfs!