My home is on the outskirts of Shanbawo Village, with only two relatives and two Yi ethnic households nearby.
The house is made of adobe, and the exterior walls bear traces of mud washed down by rainwater. In the summer, it often rains in Daliangshan, especially towards the end of August when it seems like the rain never stops. Whenever it rains, our house leaks, and water drips from various corners and crevices.
Looking from the living room to the opposite side of the courtyard, there are two pigsties, housing two breeding pigs and three piglets. We also have a wandering cat that just gave birth to five kittens in a bamboo basket in the pigsty. On the outside of the front gate, there is a sheepfold where three sheep peacefully reside. The chickens in the chicken coop on the west side often fly out and even peck around in the kitchen.
My favorite is our aging dog at home. It has been with us since I can remember, and now it moves slowly with its fur tangled up, but it is most fond of being close to me.
From the attic of the house, I can see the entire Shanbawo Village and the distant mountains. To surpass these mountains, I know that I can only rely on the path of education.