Chapter 175 The headless fly in the crystal bottle
The Tianhe River drifts back to the stars at night, and the flowing clouds in Yinpu imitate the sound of water. Under the ink-like sky, a silver-white waning moon is hiding in the mist in the distance, and the faint breeze still retains the fragrance of flowers.
, drifting uncertainly, wanting to reject but also welcoming.
The old and huge banyan tree has twisting branches, and countless rusty brown aerial roots are winding and hanging down. The dying creatures are whispering, and the red and green decaying leaves are paved with rivers of blood.
The second prince, Benjamin, was sitting in his carriage. The dim lights outside the window were dim and shadowy, as if the winter night was whispering.
The nightingale that occasionally flies over the eaves fleets and disappears in the darkness, as if it has never happened. The diners entering and leaving the Lion Bar may have expressions of unfinished expression on their faces, or may feel sad, with their hearts cut like knives.
Among them, some are mercenaries with their wives and children, some are casual travelers, and some are tired travelers.
We want to embrace our dreams, but sometimes they are out of reach; we want to relive our memories, but sometimes they turn into migratory birds and fly far away. We always like to pursue our dreams in the sun, and reminisce about the past in dimly lit places.
The second prince Benjamin sighed. In fact, sometimes, he felt like a fly lying on the glass. Even if the future was bright, there was no way out.
This feeling is like a ray of morning light, lighting up the room, everything looks so beautiful and peaceful. But the reality is often like a sailboat that has lost its direction, wandering aimlessly on the water, looking so meaningless.
Help, so miserable.
The helplessness of reality turned all the good things he expected into dreams. Then he threw them into the torrent of time, and finally turned into powder and disappeared.
As the so-called fourth prince Midas grew up day by day, Benjamin began to become more and more sentimental, often traveling between the prosperous nightmare and the dilapidated reality.
He began to entangle love and hate with time, acting recklessly in the rhythm of spring and summer, and stumbling in the rhythm of autumn and winter. He began to feel the anxious summer feeling, as if the sound of frogs was still in his ears.
I began to chew the sad autumn, and the bitter taste was better than coptis. I began to pray for that cup of wine made from the four seasons, loving it as it fills my heart and hating it as cold as ice.
Staring at the blessed knight Anthony on horseback, Benjamin once imagined that he could be such a breeze.
But time is fair to everyone, and it will show different lives based on our different experiences. Just like some people are willing to die in order to realize their ideals, but achieve nothing. And some people waste most of their life and finally end up with nothing.
However, if the auspicious star shines brightly, the fortune will be prosperous.
On this rugged and bumpy road, efforts and rewards are often not proportional, or even inversely proportional. Countless people and things, anger and joy, are all mixed together, making people feel tormented and faintly painful.
But the cold reality always likes to mess around in the process of growing up.
In childhood, it used the accumulated experience of the predecessors to water the uncivilized heart, allowing people to distinguish between beauty, ugliness, good and evil. In childhood, it was strict and impartial, imparting the first principles of life, allowing people to become accustomed to independent thinking.<
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But later, it became more and more mean and mean, writing marks on everyone's body so that everyone can play different roles in a strange environment.
The second prince Benjamin became more and more fond of being alone in the dead of night or drunk, taking out the wishes that had been buried for many years in his heart and fantasizing them into beautiful realities.
It seems as if it is right in front of you, within reach. But it is always a little bit far away, always posing and posing not far away, looking at yourself in pity.
The second prince Benjamin felt like he was like an oak barrel now. What was inside his body was beef with a very short shelf life.
If he was a high-spirited and arrogant prince before, he is now a sick cat. What he can do is not to hope for the throne of King Augu, but to learn to forget "without regrets" and understand what "no more" means.
Regret".
Life is only a few decades short. If you want to follow your own path, you need to have your own plans and a firm belief.
Sometimes people criticize the world, but it is just because people still love the world and hope that everything can get better.
If it is purely because of disgust, then living in this world will definitely be a boring thing. No matter what kind of distress people are experiencing at that time, they should never forget: cherish the present and embrace life.
Thinking of this, the second prince Benjamin took out his wine bag and drank it in one gulp amidst the constant dissuasion of the attendants. He didn't want to pay attention to the bullshit Divine Blessing Knight, let alone the "younger brother" he was about to face. p>
As he grows older, he discovers that there are too many helplessness in real life. The so-called ideal cannot be realized with a lot of passion.
Because those ideals are often influenced by reality and difficult to implement. But life will not stop because of this, and he naturally has to compromise for it.
Time flies, and years leave their mark. The second prince Benjamin is always used to walking on the current path with bits and pieces of memories, and then at some inadvertent moment, he thinks of the past again and again.
But many things are like a dark cloud in winter. Let it be depressing and dim, and look sad and dreamy, but it is destined to be an irreversible silence.
Anthony, the Blessed Knight, tilted his head, but did not say anything to stop it, nor did he go along with it. However, in his eyes, Benjamin at this time had a hint of what Fernando looked like back then.
But Benjamin, who was still lost in his thoughts, had no idea about this. Although he was a prince and looked more glamorous, his situation was also very embarrassing.
This embarrassment comes from my mother who is from Sise, from the fourth prince Midas I have never seen before, and even from the desire in my heart.
However, this situation is like those who always take it for granted that they already understand the cruelty of reality, but still live at a loss.
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Because those so-called cruelties are just a glimpse of something, just his self-righteous evil thoughts. They are far from even reaching the lowest standard judged by the poor.
Ideals and passion are the rudder and sails of the sailing soul. But if the sail is not hung on the mast, it becomes a useless piece of cloth; if the mast is not hung on the sail, it is just an ordinary pillar; desires are not put into action
, is like an illusory fog; action without a goal is walking on an endless road.
The prince is also a human being, but he was born into an imperial family. Although it is a good thing to have dreams, you must also distinguish between what you can do and what you cannot do.
Under the ghostly veil is a bloody face, the robe embroidered with cloud patterns wraps the emaciated soul, the shackles on the body are gangrene attached to the bones, and the iron shackles on the ankles are like copper weights and steel bars.
The second prince Benjamin closed his eyes, but he could not get rid of the annoyance in his heart. He covered his ears with both hands, but his heart was still tearing apart and he was in pain.
Living is a struggle, but not living is a cowardly escape. In the Hall of Valor, one blames the moon for its waxing and waning, and the moon hides its face to complain; in the sea of demons, it scolds the worldly python for its wind and rain, and the python beats its chest and stamps its feet.
Life seems to be cut into two halves, half purgatory and half heaven. Living in the abyss, looking up at the world. Strange hopes are always in front of you, but after running wildly, you fall on the road.
The wet and salty soil penetrated my spleen and lungs, and I lay in the mud and murmured to myself why this was happening. A voice came to my ears: You are not running fast enough.
When will the cold wind flying all over the sky be relieved, and when will the roads be decorated with new colors? The identity of the prince gave Benjamin too many evil thoughts, but the ups and downs of setbacks did not make him learn to be strong.
On this road of no return, he always carries too much sentimentality, and he cannot go back to the past or reach the other side.
The night dew gathers on the trees and slowly flows down along the dry lines. It is so beautiful. It does not make people feel sad, but it gives an indescribable tranquility and leisure.
There was a soft sound of rain, and Benjamin savored the memories again and again in the dim light, as if everything around him was shrouded in this coldness.