Here is a vast wilderness, and one autumn wind after another stirs up the earth. The whirlwind blowing from bottom to top in the open space rolled up fiery red maple leaves one after another.
In this desolation, there is no life at all.
Perhaps, this place was not miserable in the past. On both sides of the pipeline, there is lush green grass and green shade.
The city wall is not dilapidated, it is impregnable, it is surrounded by a city river with rippling blue waves, and it is not the clearly visible cracks in the dry and visible basin today.
This is like the sound of wind playing a piano, falling on the ears of the person standing on the mountain, making his expression more complicated.
"How long has it been here?"
The city wall is covered with traces of time. The dried crimson rust stains are the splashes of blood from the past. There are more than one such trace.
But tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of places. Almost the entire city wall was stained.
What exactly happened here back then.
This city covers a very large area, and signs of beautiful buildings and jade buildings can be seen everywhere. Although it is dilapidated now, traces of those years can still be seen.
What was once a prosperous and prosperous era is now desolate. It is like a dead city.
In the blink of an eye, year after year has passed, and it has been countless years. This man only knew that there were no birds or insects in the world. All I know is that with the cold wind, I feel frustrated and extremely depressed, as if I have lost something.
It seems that something very important has been lost.
Look for things that you can't find no matter how you look for them.
The man stood on the mountain for a long time, and behind him, there seemed to be a shadow that kept standing there. There is also a touch of red gradually rendering the white clouds. The rays of light stretched his figure to an extremely long length.
But the man didn't seem to notice. At this moment, he was looking into the distance wholeheartedly.
It's like he's been here before. It was a wanderer who returned after decades, only to find that the appearance of his hometown had changed drastically, and no trace of the past could be found.
The difference is that those wanderers will eventually find a few old friends who were childhood friends, but they will no longer see the old scenery or the old people. However, this man is the complete opposite. He is from an old scene and has no acquaintance.
This city can no longer feel the passage of time. Many years have passed since I have reached my twilight years, and I can no longer lament and lament.
this city
It's dead and an empty city. A dead city. One person, one city, becomes even more desolate in the setting sun.
Suddenly, the clouds fell in vain, and the sounds from all directions accelerated, like sudden rain and wind, and like the harmonious music of harps, which sounded extremely sad and moving.
After listening to a moving song, the man's mind unconsciously drifted far away, and he felt helpless and helpless.
He seemed to have seen a scene. It was someone who walked towards the old city wall that was full of mottled marks.
With every step the man took, the man's ears seemed to hear the sound of thundering drums, thousands of horses galloping, the clanging of weapons, and the sound of killing.
At this moment, in this man's ears, there was only the overwhelming sound of war raging in all directions.
But in the next moment, the world seemed to have stopped. The original shouts of killing fell silent for a moment. Even the world has darkened.
However, this darkness is short-lived after all. When it first arrived, a ray of rays of light fell on the city wall like fireworks, seeming to be a paving bridge between heaven and earth.
That is a fairy bridge, and what are the people walking on that fairy bridge if they are not goddesses from the nine heavens?
This silence is precisely because of the woman on the bridge.
The man's eyes gradually focused. It was because he saw that woman that he became more and more complicated and unspeakable.
He seemed to have seen a beautiful night scene belonging to a woman, and was filled with joy. It seemed as if I could see the Shura region for that woman. The eternal promise promised in the past could not escape the empty dream in the end.
The man's gaze was fixed there. Fixed in the depths of the road bridge.
That is the most beautiful empress in the world who combines elegance and elegance. She is dragging her red gown to the ground, the most beautiful bride in the sky and in the world.
She walked onto the city wall and saw such a tragic scenery for the first time.
Thousands of troops and horses are approaching the city.
The moment she appeared, all the sunset in the sky fell on her.
Everyone's eyes also fell on her.
However, she never lowered her head or looked back at the glances one after another. Instead, he looked into the distance, looking for a man.
Looking for the man who she fell in love with, missed every day, and who also caused the destruction of her country and her family.
It's just that she has never felt
I had resentment, but I just wanted to see him again.
Love is crazy and obsessed. Even if it is impossible to recover, I am still willing to continue as before. Even if it doesn't work out in the end, you have to indulge in it to the end.
This is really hard to understand. No one will understand the meaning of such madness if they never experience this again. Even Emperor Ji, who was surrounded by stars and looked as dazzling as the blazing sun in the dusk, was immersed in it.
She is only willing to look back at one person, even if that person hurts her all over.
If this makes sense, then love cannot be called love.
The love in her heart is like a tide, heavy as a mountain, and will not waver at all. However, it will end in regret.
Her eyes finally fell on the man standing on the mountain.
It seems like countless years have passed.
Found him.
Time seems to stand still.
His expression was gloomy. He detected love, pity, and various complex emotions in the woman's eyes, but there was no hatred.
What the man knows is that the hatred from that time is deeply rooted in his heart and is difficult to wash away.
His experiences, his experiences. Whether in a dream or out of a dream. It's all rooted in my heart.
However, she used her hot blood and warm soul to try to wash away the hatred in his heart.
Finally, the strong wind blew and set off a firework. Then, the city wall was burned down, and the dream of the past was burned away.
"Obviously we are in heaven and on earth, but we have fallen into hell. Even if your body is broken into pieces, you will still be with me. Even if I am at the gate of the city, you will not be afraid of loving me in this life."
The man sighed, his expression became more and more confused, and he felt sad in his heart.
"The bright moon, the bright moon."
The past has been burned away, and it’s time for him to leave. In and out of dreams, this is all sad. Maybe, it's still in a dream.
Just, in a dream. The bright moon misses each other and will never leave. Even if it has sunk. That lovesickness will turn into the wind, drifting into his hair, lingering in his heart, and always accompanying him.
The man murmured, turned around and looked behind the sound, and murmured softly.
"Young Master, Young Master Jade..."
