Chapter 151 Earl of Chowder and His Highness Brown Bread
The stars are long, and the silver moon clings to the breeze, rendering every corner; the trees are deep and shadowy, and the branches and leaves want to tear the sky apart, but they only poke a few tiny holes.
Irises make wine, night dew makes tea, and solitary cicadas embellish the autumn mood. But the lingering fragrance of flowers, plants and trees becomes more and more rich and fragrant in this silent dark night, making people intoxicated and confused.
The night is getting darker, and the entire Aogu city seems to be shrouded in rising blue mist. In the blink of an eye, all the buildings are like mirages, suspended in the clouds and fog, floating faintly.
"Hey, isn't this the Earl of Chowder? Did you drink any ale donated by others today?" an unkempt man asked while sitting outside the Lion Bar.
"Your Highness Black Bread, you are still as humorous as ever." The man turned his head and replied indifferently.
Immediately, the two looked at each other and smiled, and continued to eat the leftovers picked up from the trash can. As for their "noble title", it was a joke to entertain themselves.
The street lights are like stars falling from the mortal world, constantly changing their angles and luster, twinkling like a dream.
However, this royal city that has been decorated with neon looks like a stage play with excessive lighting, and all the characters look so funny.
Spires, crowds, night, distorted exaggeration. People’s loud noises, frivolous performances and liveliness, trying to hide loneliness.
Every heart is pulled far, far away, and every face is full of desire. All true feelings are deliberately expressed in words, but the night when the mask is taken off is so weird and dull.
A man is born with wings, so why would he want to spend his whole life crawling around like an insect? Or maybe he always feels that every atom in his body comes from an exploded star, and the atoms that formed his left hand are probably from the same source as his right hand.
Different star fields.
People are always serving one extreme or another. It's just like when chasing dreams, others don't take it seriously, or even sneer at it.
I persisted all the way despite cold looks and ridicule, but in the end I found that those so-called efforts were really ridiculous and childish.
Everyone is walking on a similar road, but they often mistakenly think that they are amazing. Their thinking is always the same, and it seems so pale and powerless in front of everyone who faces reality.
There are always questions around us. It turns out that dreams can reveal one's true colors in front of the magic mirror of reality.
They like to compete with others the most, and like to count who is living better than themselves and who is not as good as themselves. But in fact, all troubles and sorrows are never caused by the misfortune and pain of others, but the source.
On people’s attitude towards life.
The pseudo-fairness of Ogu Continent is reality. Life has never been about a boy wearing striped pajamas, or a girl named Carrie.
Dreams are great, but reality is cruel. Fairy tales are like a piece of exquisite pastry, but if people think that reality is as beautiful as fairy tales, they are wrong.
Some people may object that there are countless successful examples. But they are only a handful. There are nearly 700 million humans and 300 million aliens on this planet.
Compared with such a huge base, those so-called successful people are as rare as the sun and moon in the sky of stars. For most people, they are just dispensable dust in the galaxy.
Saint Joshua once said: Between ideals and reality, between motivation and behavior, there is always a shadow. When the basic living conditions in reality cannot be met, what are the flashy dreams?
Trying your best to pick the fruits from the trees in a place that is within reach is called a dream; trying to touch the sky in a place that is out of reach is an illusion.
If you can't become a carp that turns into a dragon in the ocean, it's better to be more down-to-earth and pray to be born as a shark. Although this is a bit unambitious, it can at least ensure three meals of food and clothing, a bed to sleep on, and shelter from the cold.<
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People may not all have the same resentments, but everyone must have the same unrealistic dreams.
It lurks in the heart, always ready to jump out and dominate the mind. Even the most determined people will be shackled by this kind of impetuous drive.
Those absurd and false fantasies will cause people to collect all information that is conducive to verifying such fantasies, so as to continue self-hypnosis.
Even if they are desperate, they will continue to strengthen this suggestion and rely more and more on the poisonous fruit poured out by this kind of thinking, because it can make themselves feel relaxed and relaxed.
The greatest adventure in life is to live according to the trajectory of your dreams. Adults have told us since we were young that people must have dreams, and one day, dreams will become reality.
But when you grow up, reality tells everyone with the bloody truth that dreams are often just dreams after all. Even if it is possible to realize them, don't put them into action easily.
People's dependence on a comfortable life is far stronger than their desire for dreams. The most pitiful thing about human nature is that everyone always fantasizes about being in the rose garden of the Principality of Floy one day, but they often ignore the flowers blooming in it.
Flowers under the window.
Those unrealistic dreams are like insects struggling in their cocoons, feverishly eager to experience the sunshine and air. However, the ugly wings are reflected on the lake. The lake is not wrong, but the reflected self is wrong.
If people can understand what they want, understand what is irreversible, know how to realize their dreams, and learn how to face suffering with what mood, they will have an epiphany in an instant, advance and retreat, gain and loss, and have a degree of relaxation.
Naturally, there are answers.
There are two kinds of garbage in this world, one is recyclable and the other is non-recyclable. On the canvases of my childhood, not only names remain, but also unrealistic or unacceptable wishes, such as
When I grow up, I want to become a great mage, or dance with the twelve monsters.
The rejected Imperial College application letter may have taken three days and three nights of hard work to complete. However, the other party just sent it with the word "no".
The list of names for the future baby ended up in an accident after three years of pregnancy preparation, swelling and weight gain.
Life is always a cycle between hope and despair, and the trash can filled with vague hopes and broken dreams will always accompany you.
It's like a headless fly that has been injected with chicken blood, but the result is still in vain. It's like being bruised and bruised by setbacks, and after being groggy, harvesting one sweet dream after another.
The dream gradually turned into a fantasy, a ethereal castle buried deep in the memory of the annual rings and never emerged...
The joke between Count Chowder and His Highness Brown Bread never stops. It seems like a wonderful magic show, but the process is full of lies.
The two found satisfaction, but in the end they fell into endless confusion. Like a living magic wand, they were constantly decorating each other's broken lives.
The night owls streak across the sky. Although they are awe-inspiring, they are just a few black shadows. The dances of the nobles are still noisy, but countless poor people have already hid in wooden houses.
