Inscription: Although 1 is always called (yi), I am allowed to use it once (yao).

I don’t play mahjong, but I think of Yaoji immediately.

I didn't know it was this before typing it out (or rather, I didn't think of it at the moment). The input method gave me a lot of words, among which there was "enchantress". I thought of "blue enchantress".

I searched and found out what kinds of dyed rose and rose hybrid flowers they are.

Once upon a time there was a domestic drama "Blue Enchantress".

It tells the story of a group of people competing for the Eight Horses Picture.

So exhausted.exhausted.

When I wasn't paying attention, my soul traveled around again.

All kinds of fragmented information, some that are not available in reality, are all put together.

People who I have helped, people who have helped me.

People who have interacted with each other.

Character scenes created out of thin air.

Dreams are a kind of re-creation (like translation; think of honesty, expressiveness and elegance).

However, the creator is not his waking self.

What's outrageous is that the dream actually came true.

“I didn’t know I was a guest in my dream.”

"Zhuang Sheng is obsessed with butterflies in his dream."

If reality itself is a big dream...

"I always regret that this body is not mine."

No one knows who created the world.

I am neither a Darwinist nor a religious person.

Perhaps it is more appropriate to combine the two. The Creator creates all things, and then "natural selection and survival of the fittest".

The Creator is merciless.

The food chain is one of the most bloody, cruel and inhumane things I have ever heard of.

"Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and regard all things as stupid dogs."

"If the sky is sentimental, the sky will also grow old."

So I was obsessed with one thing: why I couldn't communicate with him directly.

(Implication: I don’t like this world you created, and I have no intention of playing a role in it)

This helplessness makes people a little frustrated.

This helplessness is unbelievable.

(So ​​Nietzsche: "God is dead")

Perhaps this is also one of the sources of those ultimate questions.

Who am I? Where am I? Where am I going?

"the answerfriend, blowing the wind."

Lyrics from Bob Dylan's song of the same name.

This is a very amazing singer...a singer who won the Nobel Prize for Literature.

Copy the information.

"Blowin' the Wind" is one of the most important works in the history of American folk songs. The author is Bob Dylan, who is recognized as the master of folk songs. However, it was Peter, Paul & Mary who first made it famous.

Duet, and won the runner-up spot in the US charts in 1963.

The lyrics of this song were published as the winning piece for Bob Dylan's Nobel Prize in Literature on October 13, 2016.

Creatures are thrown into this world and will be kicked out of it.

Creatures are travelers in this world, not their masters.

Is there anything I can do to improve it?

bingo.

"Heaven and earth are the reverse journey of all things; time is the passer-by of hundreds of generations. Life is like a dream, how much joy is there?"

Recently, I’ve been inexplicably liking the gesture of “shhh”.
Chapter completed!