In the deep bamboos and dense trees, where insects chirp, there is sometimes a slight coolness that is not the wind. The moonlight is as bright as fire, the clear brilliance is as cold as ice, the twinkling of stars and the patches of light are like the gorgeous music in the Hall of Heroes, composing a piece of music.
A weeping epic.
They complement the cicada's song, complement the secret language of the bee, and complement the long cry of the frog. But even if they turn into countless sharp blades, they cannot break through the shadow that always gathers at the edge of the world.
The mice returned to their warm nests at some point, and the owls were already standing in the hollow tree holes. Homeless wild cats and dogs were rummaging through the trash cans, and Boom was now in the dimensional space, expressionless. The paper window swayed gently under a sudden gust of wind, and Rikka standing aside was as still as a stone statue. Her hand was resting on her belly at the moment, and there was no one else in the room.
Boom, who was lying by the pond, looked at the sky. The luster could not be called night, but it could not be called day. He did not remember what he did yesterday. He only knew that he accidentally injured Rikka, causing his head to bleed.
Stream.
Rikka's tan skin can withstand the attacks of high-level magicians, and she can survive the sword without being hurt. Except for Boom, who is the owner of the contract, no one can hurt her at all.
Sighing, Boom felt that he was just an ordinary person who couldn't be more ordinary. Like all ordinary people, he would always do stupid things from time to time. Apart from being spurned by others, there was nothing to be proud of. The greatest despair in the world is the disillusionment of the inner world. Boom has now become a magician and has Rikka as a relative, but he is still at a loss and even fled to Newk City.
He wanted to start over, but he saw scenes from the past. The poor were still living worse than death, the nobles were still arrogant, and the professionals were still running around for gold coins.
In this fast-moving, endless world, it seems that the carnival of material desires will never end. At least it seems now that it will continue for a long, long time.
However, when all the noise settled, Boom was still afraid of being alone. It was a kind of restless uneasiness, just like being alone at night facing the bright blue sky. Even though there is prosperity in front of you, your heart is extremely desolate.<
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The emptiness in his heart became more and more swollen. It turned out that material things and desires could never fill the heart. Boom just discovered that he was always full of anxiety about the unknown life.
These seemingly dispensable questions have always troubled him, making it impossible for him to listen quietly to his heart. But in countless books and ancient scrolls, they all have self-explanatory explanations that he likes to hear.
Either let him pursue his dream, or encourage him to take the first step bravely. Or he may brazenly ask people to follow his heart, and even call this kind of freedom and ease.
But the reality is that some people take the first step and are lucky enough to reach the top of a certain stage of their lives, and then proudly turn their heads to encourage others: follow their inner voice and bravely go their own way.<
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Although other people took the first step, and even took the second step, and the third step... But they did not persist, but chose to stop somewhere halfway up the mountain to rest.
, indulge in the scenery in front of you.
But for most people, they may not even have the courage to take the first step, and spend their entire lives in mediocrity.
The unit of measurement for idleness and laziness is the time it takes to smoke a cigarette. In the gray-white smoke, it is not just the stars above that are blurred.
We may have been comfortable for too long, thinking that prosperity will remain the same, that life will always be as ordinary as water, that there are poems and distances everywhere, and that we can live a better life as long as we work hard.
Little do they know that all of this is often just the most fragile and illusory bubble in the cycle of nature. The world is inherently fair, no matter now, in the past or in the future. Too many people use their thinking to be smart, or think they are smart.
A strong body proves one small existence after another.
Therefore, I don’t know since when, Boom has become accustomed to imagining gatherings and separations that he is unwilling or unable to perform in reality in chaotic dreams.
But such a dream is too cold and cruel after all, just like a grand and gorgeous opera. Everyone wears a mask, plays a different role, and interprets different experiences, but they all share the same sadness. Time is like a river. On the left bank are the tragic memories that cannot be forgotten. On the right bank are the youth and relatives worth grasping. What flows quickly in the middle is the faint sadness.
There are many beautiful things in the ancient continent, but there are not many that truly belong to Boom. The rugged road under his feet, the steep cliffs at his fingertips, and the vague jungle ahead, fate often teases him like a devil. That's why Boom chose to fill the wine glass with blood yesterday, and then quietly watched the picture of purgatory where the flesh drank blood. He was tired, so tired that he needed to vent, in this extreme way.
Time flies, at this sad and bright age, Boom rushes through the thin years. Through nightshades, through reeds, through the sadness, joy and impermanence that sometimes appear and disappear.
As a young man, he chose to protect this fairy tale as fragile as a bubble. However, the happiness has just begun, but the sadness has already been heard.
The vast majority of people spend their lives in silent despair. They want to do something, but they don’t know what they can do or what they should do. They wander on the cross streets and become a tiny drop of water molecule in the torrent of the times, drifting with the tide.
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If life is a book, then youth is a chapter in it. However, only a very few people’s youth is hearty and is the most exciting chapter in life.
For most people, it is more like a dispensable transitional period, which is so pale and lackluster. Although there are many things that I want to say and do in my heart, I never have the courage to take action, so I have to spend my youth in this period.
Again and again, gaps are left in the chapters.
Nothing in the world is eternal. If it flows, it will stop; if it exists, it will die; if it grows, it will wither.
Life is like an unpredictable journey. People are always busy rushing, busy getting lost, and always pursuing occasional satisfaction in disappointment, but in the end they cannot change its length.
Many people's life is nothing more than a routine of eating, drinking, and eating, which is lackluster and tasteless. Or they may compromise, bow their heads, and obtain meager remuneration by selling their labor force to solve the problem of food and clothing and support their families.
No matter how famous the book is, it cannot fully describe everyone's situation. No matter how wise the Star City scholar is, he cannot answer everyone's questions.
Those superficial things cannot make any substantial changes in reality. They are more like long-expired empty promises, which can only make the world live in illusion.
Whenever he recalls the past or has trouble sleeping, Boom will always think of those times that he can't go back and think of his past self. There has never been an elegance in his world where the grass grows and the orioles fly.
Because he always lives in reality, with his hurried figure, numb eyes, false smile, and the fate that is being assimilated. Everything in the abyss is a reflection, and when people stare at it, it becomes a living creature.