When I was in elementary school, I sat on the back of a buffalo with another child and crossed the river. The river was nearly 200 meters wide. Just after the flood, it was deeper than usual. The water was even with the cow&;s back not far from the river. As if we were sitting on the water, the cow kept walking in the middle without hesitation, because neither of us could swim, and there was nothing to grasp on the cow&;s back, so it could roll down at any time and be doomed to drown. At that time, there was no adult on both sides of the strait to call for help, and the two were in a hurry and cried in despair. Fortunately, the river has always maintained this depth, and the buffalo has always maintained a balance. After reaching the other side, we still sat on the ground and cried for a long time. Two hundred meters, devastated by spirit, that feeling has been carved into the cracks of bones and will never be forgotten. Amitabha.