The pale golden light shone down slantingly, gently and slowly, and a touch of red on the misty land floated across the water.
It was the earl's girl. After feeding the sheep, she ran on the field. This was a gorgeous green skirt. It was a color that the East despised. As the West defined by them, the civilizations at both ends of the continent were so forced to separate. It was possible to get along peacefully until the size of the map was upgraded.
You know, we cannot maintain peace and beauty, because violence is in the blood of our species. They discriminate against all differences and curse the stars and islands viciously. Gentle responses are powerless to reverse this reality. Time is so stubborn. There is no choice but to be frustrated, emotions are not accepted, and cannot be guided and unblocked.
Be patient because there is nothing we can do.
Yu Ling is sitting on the ridge of the field. This is the hometown he has never met before. Here, there is the sadness and melancholy that he sprinkled into the lake.
Winter snow.
The young man breathed into his palms, feeling too lazy to be excited about anything.
“If our spirits have been corrupted by the things we have created, what is true nature like? Where do we begin to find it?”
The spirit of educated people is the true portrayal of romance. They look up and down at this hostile world and use a fragile idealism to touch the cold reality. "Living" as a way of existence is the dream of some people. Shackles, as a kind of medicine, have long-lasting and profound effects until another state comes and realizes the alternation.
They came, slowly but surely.
Yu Ling, this is a name that was stitched together and then passed down. He shouldn't have used this name, but he shouldn't have used any other name. Therefore, he could only use the name that the prisoner gave himself after he came to Zhuo Yu. name.
The meaning of this name does not play a role in him. It is not the ardent expectations of his elders, it is not used by himself to engrave his ambitions, it is not a certain past memory, and even he does not like it, but this stitched name will become his direction. There is no way around the gift of death, even though he understands his own heart less than others and cannot connect with the iceberg deep in his heart. His desire and curiosity are all wiped out, and his nature is withered and scattered.
"Little Women"
What beautiful words. Yu Ling fell on the grass. He didn't want to let the child's pride and arrogance surface again. That childishness penetrated into the bone marrow and brought back ancient pain. He had no connection with the past. This kind of behavior disturbed the deceased. , very disgraceful.
do i like you?
Yu Ling opened her eyes.
who?
He smiled, as cleanly as a child. No one asked a three-year-old child whether he likes the opposite sex. Any answer he got would not cause ripples in the dirty lake, as Yu Ling did at the moment.
Is the county magistrate worthy of saying that he cares about the world?
Give you a summer.
Sending you to read a book on the lawn in the bright sunshine.
[It has begun. After the gears rotate, everything is done willingly but out of necessity. 】
Yu Ling stood up and saw that the gray-white sky was dark, but he found it pleasing to the eye and relaxed.
The past will eventually pass, and I am waiting for the future that will eventually come.
The silent wind swirled around the boy. It didn't like to talk, and neither did he. They just stared at each other in silence, waiting for the red soil to digest the broken walls in the mist, and then turned around and left.
I won't miss them anymore because they don't belong to me.
White country.
Yu Ling headed in the direction guided by her heart, only him.
At that time, he had imagined whether it was possible for him to exist like this. The "lonely and widowed" person he expressed at least had someone to talk to. But now, he was even tired of talking to himself. The last person who loved him was the one he used to love. My own self has died in an unforgettable yesterday. My current self is completely fragmented and has no subject.
Why should I come back and take on these responsibilities that have fallen to dust?
Reluctant or emotional?
Maybe, I have never forgotten your past. Even if you die, I will find these relics and slowly store them away. But sometimes it is better to let them gather dust. These decayed items cannot even withstand our touch. , they are too old and only live in our imagination and speculation.
inertia.
Death is not the end. Yu Ling was promoted to a height where he must fly, but he did not have the ability to survive in such an environment. He died in mid-air before, and now he is unable to get rid of the inertia of falling, even , even more cruel than that, because he has never been exposed to flying at all.
Take the bondage and receive the crown.
In the cold cemetery, a tall sculpture began to pant. It slowly opened its eyes. It was confused. It seemed that it had been sleeping for a long time. It had been so long that the little turtle in its memory had suffocated to death in fear, and it was itself. What climbed out of the iceberg was an amnesiac who had lost all his basis and planned to live a new life.
What a contradiction.
How would you describe yourself?
The huge turtle was breathing silently, feeling its connection with itself. It was curiously exploring, longing for life, opportunities, and the future. Its ambition was growing. A steady stream of time was being swallowed by it. It was rapidly changing. As it gets older, the collective memory of the race and the expression deep in the genes all surge out, transforming it into a completely new look.
"Aren't you curious who you are?"
"I need to stay calm and explore my own life, sir. I haven't reached a conclusion yet."
"The time and space in your body is huge, and you will become an outstanding leader. Don't worry, we will assist you until you ascend the throne and tell this decadent world about our legend again."
"us……"
The huge tortoise opened its eyes and looked at the cemetery next to it. It was very desolate and many species were sleeping. Their hearts were beating slowly, as if they were back when they were just born.
It looked at it for a long time, dumbfounded.
"I don't have a heartbeat?"
"Your heart and your love are both far, far away. But we appreciate you even more now. You are calm and wise. Perhaps losing these emotions is a good thing for you."
"Am I considered a wanderer if I am here?"
"Where you are is our home, and where we are is your hometown."
"Yeah……"
The turtle is very tired.
Huge trees, withered and thick canes, dark green leaves, ancient corridors, the queen in a white skirt, and two rows of guard officers in red on the steps.
"You're back?"
