The Little Snail Beneath the Map

The Little Snail Beneath the Map 




In a world of tiny shells, they're born with a map in hand

A guide to their journey, a life they command

But one little snail, with a line so plain

No beginning, no ending, just a whisper of rain

 

He crawls through the meadows, a world to explore

His heart full of wonder, a thirst for so much more

But the others laugh, they don't understand

The beauty he sees, a world in his hand

 

He's a slow snail, a dreamer, a soul so free

He follows his compass, a heart that won't be

Bound by the rules, the whispers of fear

He's carving his path, with a smile so clear

 

A gentle guitar melody, a soft, wistful sound

The world around him, slowly unwound

 

He meets a girl, with a map so grand

A million paths leading, a life in her hand

But she's lost in the maze, of what's meant to be

Until she sees him, his simple melody

 

He's a slow snail, a dreamer, a soul so free

He follows his compass, a heart that won't be

Bound by the rules, the whispers of fear

He's carving his path, with a smile so clear

 

They walk hand in hand, through sunshine and rain

Discovering the magic, of life's gentle refrain

The world unfolds before them, a tapestry bright

Two souls intertwined, in the soft, golden light

 

He's a slow snail, a dreamer, a soul so free

He follows his compass, a heart that won't be

Bound by the rules, the whispers of fear

He's carving his path, with a smile so clear

 


Story: The Little Snail Beneath the Map

There was a place called Snail Town. Every little snail born there received a Life Map, marking their journey. Each map was different, unique. However, the maps of newborn snails were simple, evolving as they grew.

 

One little snail, however, had a map with only one line, no end, no beginning, as if to say, "Take your time, you'll understand." This snail was called Slow.

 

Slow was a curious snail, curious not only about Snail Town, but also about everything beyond it. Yet, his curiosity was not accepted. Friends mocked him, his parents laughed.

 

Everyone was building greenhouses for their homes, large farms, small indoor enclosures, whatever, as long as it was artificial cultivation. Otherwise, snails would die mysteriously, die faster. With ideal environmental conditions, living for twenty years was not a pipe dream. Slow's grandfather was already thirteen, unlike those wild snails in the countryside, who died at two or three.

 

Since building greenhouses was so important, Slow had to follow suit. He didn't want his parents to die early, and he didn't want to die early either. However, Slow was slower than other snails in doing these tasks, and his achievements were inferior. Slow would become embarrassed by the criticism. He thought one cultivation farm was enough, its management was already burdensome, and he couldn't understand why some snails kept building more.

 

For Slow, walking through the forest, exploring along the way, was the most important thing. He crawled, encountered slippery leaves, sloping mounds, and saw them all as challenges. He thought, "Snails are born to climb, climb up, slide down, climb up again, endless fun!"

 

Where he crawled, beautiful flowers bloomed. Slow was astonished to discover that his every step, unknowingly, brought change to Snail Town, making the world more beautiful.

 

Moreover, he met Little Green in the forest. Little Green's map was filled with intricate lines, and she was always rushing, rarely stopping. However, when Little Green saw the changes Slow brought, she began to slow down, to appreciate the scenery around her. The two snails formed an inseparable bond.

 

But Little Green's family believed Slow's Life Map was too simple, insufficient to support her future life. To find a partner, she needed a snail with a more complex map, a multi-linear Life Map.

 

Little Green was torn, and saddened.

 

Though Slow moved slowly, his mind was sharp. He felt that the routes on the Life Map didn't necessarily have clear destinations, the key was to bravely move forward. Flowers bloomed along the way, grass swayed, showing him colorful days. Even when storms came, he discovered another kind of color. "Life is a long road, walking every day, one day you'll reach the end," Slow thought.

 

Slow and Little Green came to the big forest, sometimes walking slowly, sometimes running wildly.

 

Though sometimes they felt the darkness of the forest, the roots under the big trees were like a maze, impossible to escape.

 

Little Green accidentally slipped into a deep ditch. Slow used all his strength to pull her up. They thought quickly, spitting out slime, cleverly escaping. They found that after several near-death experiences, they were increasingly aware of how to protect themselves.

 

"As long as she doesn't marry, she'll keep pulling Slow's hand and running through the forest!"

 

She discovered that Slow was no longer the little snail she first met, not just the snail who made her heart flutter, Slow was now a companion in her life.

 

She realized that Slow recorded his experiences in the forest in his own way, and tried to touch and feel the world with his body.

 

Slow would build different gadgets and makeshift nests. They were blown away by the wind, washed away by the rain, calculated wrong, experiencing many successes and failures.

 

Gradually, Little Green no longer felt surprised by Slow's failures, unless he kept repeating the same thing. Otherwise, failure and success were almost half and half, failure was the norm.

 

Little Green held Slow's hand, feeling the unity of their two snail hearts. The surrounding environment was changing, the vibrant flowers, the green leaves, all like the two snails, advancing day by day, advancing at a very fast pace, too fast to stop.

 

When they encountered a fork in the road, unless there was danger ahead, Slow would always go forward, because time doesn't go back, once missed, it can't be repaired. Even if everything he did turned to dust tomorrow, Slow never cared about rewards, that's how Little Green saw him.

 

One day, Slow and Little Green stopped, they had new inspiration and a new direction. The two snails suddenly unfolded their Life Maps. To their surprise, the Life Maps were different!

 

Little Green found that her map was not as frequent as before, the lines no longer overlapped, they were clear, one by one, and her thinking was clear.

 

And Slow's map, surprisingly, had an extra line, unlike the simple one before, and the two lines extended very, very long.

 

Two different maps, yet they seemed to point in the same direction.

 

They didn't know what it meant, they only knew they were happy now, happy holding each other's hands.

 

Full of life, happy, that was enough.

 

The End.


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