This is the first chapter of my novel. I hope everyone can give me some suggestions. Any suggestions are fine, but it's best if they're relevant.

1 It was a sunny day. White clouds floated in the blue sky. Because of the warm spring breeze, they looked soft. The slightly moist wind blew on her face like a baby kissing her. I turned into the deep mountains alone and walked for three to four hours. I realized that there was no road ahead. There was only a long wooden bridge between two mountains. Under the bridge was a raging waterfall. I turned around. After all, I had been walking for four hours. It was getting late and I was hungry. However, the moment I turned my head, my desire for adventure tortured me. It was as if you had seen a seductive young girl teasing you, but you had to reject her because you were afraid of missing dinner? What a foolish concern! My feet tentatively stepped on the wooden bridge. It was bearing my weight of more than 300 pounds. I was very careful with every step I took. When I was halfway there, I gradually felt more at ease because I didn't collapse because of my weight. It was like the first half of the bridge made me feel that my weight was okay, so I forgot my weight. This made me feel that there was nothing bad. It was like 1+1=2. It was a simple fact. It was good or bad according to different situations. You said it was like a couple. She really wanted children, but they had been married for 20 years and still had 1+1=2. As long as there was a comparison, it was clear what was good and bad. However, before this urge produces its proper result, if I fall down, I will blame this urge for making me careless. It is bad. If I cross this bridge, I will praise this urge for giving me courage. It is good. But wasn't this too self-centered and selfish? It clearly prompted him to do nothing. The surging waterfall under the bridge was like a herd of horses of different heights. The cool wind blew over, causing the wooden bridge to sway slightly. It was dangerous! He felt like he was floating in the air. The fresh air on the water made me very happy until I smelled a corrosive smell and heard the buzzing sound of flies flapping their wings. My joy was immediately replaced by disgust. I looked around and immediately discovered that on another mountain, beside a wooden bridge, there was a dead sheep. Its blood had dyed its originally soft fur red. The flies on its body were so busy that its fur had become the home of the flies. It was like a manure pit, making me afraid to approach it. I couldn't even look at it directly. However, looking at its calm face, it looked as if it was asleep. It was extremely ironic. Under the siege of so many disgusting flies, there was still peace to speak of. Was it because I couldn't understand its calmness, or was it because the scene before me had destroyed the emotions that I could have used to understand it? Either way, if anyone could understand its calmness, it wouldn't be me, because other than that damned fly, my mind was filled with a corrosive smell that was no different from a poop. They had completely covered my other feelings and emotions. The thrill of adventure and the sense of danger from the broken wooden bridge vanished. I couldn't wait to run back. I was too flustered. When I realized that I shouldn't be running on such a dangerous wooden bridge, it was too late. I had already lost my footing and was falling down the waterfall. There were some things that I could regret in time, but there were some things that I couldn't. At that moment, I suddenly felt that as long as there was still time to regret, they were all extremely cute. For a fat man, weight was a common problem. If I was healthy, gravitational potential energy would be my biggest problem. I was so scared. That was all I could feel as I fell. There was no other feeling. The feeling was very strong. It was naturally connected to the dead goat at the bridgehead. In the few seconds before I fell, countless buzzing flies appeared in my mind, as well as the stench caused by decay. They all came from me. My panic reached its limit, and tears flowed down my face. It was laughing, it was laughing, it was actually laughing. The dead goat in my head was actually laughing. To a goat, that should be considered a smile. At this moment, I was deeply convinced, but why? The feeling of doubt was so strong that it made me stop crying. But immediately, the immense pain caused by gravity was too painful. It was as if I had been hit by a hammer, even though I was the one who smashed the hammer. I almost fainted. My eyes closed and opened again. I tried to raise my head and fiddle with my body. Finally, I got into a backstroke position. The rumbling sound of water came from the front. Only then did I remember that this was a waterfall. I didn't stop my footsteps from crashing into the hammer.