The years pass by like water, the sun and the moon fly by, and the past disappears like fine sand inadvertently. The memories of the past are put in the corner, and the past appearance has long become a shadow.
The autumn wind blows up patches of maple red, withered branches and leaves outline the mottled landscape. Skylarks sing loudly in the sky, and the fragrance scattered in the stream turns into eternal loneliness.
Antelope Knight Nilielle stood quietly under the patio, the old Walkman in her hand no longer spinning. There was no more tingling noise, and the familiar songs could no longer be heard from the earphones.
She looked drowsy in the dim light, the servants were communicating in low voices, the Vikings who had returned late were shouting, and the city lord Belinda next to her looked embarrassed.
Life is a gathering and separation, and the years are fleeting. We all walk in the mortal world. Those cassettes that are still as new record everything in the past. Every single cycle is a tribute to the years.
The night wind played with the hem of the girl's skirt, and the dark silk silk blocked the moonlight. A few moths flapped their wings near the light source, and a wild cat jumped onto the eaves at some point and sat opposite Lang Yue.
Chapter.1 Chongerfei
When she was a child, Antelope Knight Nilielle's favorite thing to do was to squat on the stone steps in front of the door and watch the birds flying between the branches.
There were huge clouds floating in the sky, and wild flowers were blowing in the breeze. My father, who had just gotten off work, was repairing his bicycle, and my mother was in front of the stove, opening the iron pot.
The moon is on the brow, and the stars are accompanying each other. The father is drinking wine and watching the football game; the mother is wearing a sweater to add color to the New Year; the girl hides her head in the bed, with a peach stone given to her by her grandfather on her pillow.
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The night was deep, and her mother urged her to fall asleep quickly. Her father was puffing away in the courtyard, the big yellow dog had disappeared to nowhere, and the cicada made its last call.
The sky at that time was the red color of sycamore trees, the earth at that time was a bluestone road covered with moss, the walls at that time were criss-crossed by ivy, and the playlist at that time was the old songs played repeatedly on the black and white TV.
Song.
Chapter.2 Little boy
Time flies, the antelope knight Nellie put on her schoolbag and walked into the school accompanied by her parents. Looking at the thin figure, her mother seemed reluctant to leave, while her father's eyes fell into the distance. The pressure of life forced him to have no choice but to leave.
Instead of going to the south, I just want to make more money so that the mother and daughter can sleep in peace and enjoy themselves.
At that time, she could not understand the worries of adults, and she was still wandering in a fairy tale world, playing with colorful fantasies all day long.
The pomegranate flowers in early autumn are as bright as fire, the white clouds in the sky are soft and waxy, the cattail leaf fan in my mother's hand drives away the sultry heat, and the wild grasses in the gaps between the eaves are growing wildly.
Antelope knight Nilielle sat obediently next to her mother, pricking up her ears and listening to her father's joys and sorrows in the letter. Her pure gold bracelet was wrapped with red threads, and her brand-new children's shoes were spinning and moving with the girl.
With tears in her eyes, her mother told her that if she wanted to stand out in the future and get out of this mountain nest, she couldn't relax for even a moment now.
Antelope Knight Nilielle tilted her head and responded in a low voice ignorantly. The temperature that year was extremely hot. Even though autumn was full of fruits and the maples were all over the ground, the night bugs still couldn't let go.
At the end of August, the sun was blazing, and she was reviewing her homework while holding the Walkman sent from afar. The playlist at that time was "Li Lei and Han Meimei", and the streams at that time seemed to never dry up.
, she liked to chase rainbows at that time, and the happiness at that time was fixed on her mother's forehead.
Chapter.3 You at the same table
The antelope knight Nilielle who was studying was interrupted by shouts from outside the courtyard. She stood up in a hurry, but when she opened the courtyard door, the man had already walked away.
She pursed her lips when she was in love for the first time, but the smile in the corner of her eyes could not be concealed. The red maples were blown up to the sky by the autumn wind, the wild flowers danced in their beautiful crowns, and the sky was blue.
He liked to stand under the sycamore tree and wave to her, while she held the hairpin he gave her. The bicycle drove her through one street after another. Finally, the two of them stood by the stream and looked at the rice fields in the distance.
The golden ears of wheat danced in the wind, and the setting sun reflected in their eyes. The boy looked at the person in front of him with eyes as clear as mountain springs. The girl blushed in the sunset and lowered her head to fiddle with her clothes.
The two of them sat quietly under the sycamore tree, the sky above their heads was dyed red by the setting sun, the elegant fragrance of flowers drifted in the wind, the stream behind them was murmuring, and their father from afar was about to return.
As the dusk faded and the moon rose over the barren mountains, the boy sent her to the gate of the courtyard, while the mother, who had been waiting for a long time, had an angry look on her face.
A few months later, her father, who had returned home in rich clothes, moved the mother and daughter to the city. From then on, she never heard from the boy again.
The scenery the two of them saw together that afternoon was broken into fragments in their memory, but those clear and bright eyes still lingered in the heart.
The gentle wind took away the last trace of sultry heat, leaving behind only the silhouette of time, mottled in the years. The taste of memories is bitter and sour. Those scenery that I have been nostalgic for, those who have never forgotten, are all engraved in the depth of my memory.
Place, exiled in the long river of time.
When the sycamore flowers bloom again, the spring swallows will surely return, but their youth is long gone. The years are played into music, and the youth is scattered into poems. In just a snap of the fingers, the youthful years will wither and fall away.
The songs of that year were filled with sorrow, that year she got on a train heading far away, that year her parents’ backs were no longer straight, and that year’s Walkman was full of old songs.
Chapter.4 Zhang San’s song
When I was a kid, I looked forward to growing up quickly, but when I grew up, I couldn't stop the car. When I was a kid, I thought I could save the world in the future, but when I grew up, I realized that the whole world couldn't save me.
When we grow up, we don’t know when, we have become accustomed to hiding the worst side of ourselves and showing the best side of ourselves to others. We even put on a mask most of the time to interpret the role we should play.
We finally discovered that growing up means not only desire, but also courage and strength, and the sacrifices that must be made at some point.
Antelope Knight Nilielle was sitting in a large office, looking out the window at the still blue sky, ruthlessly cut by tall buildings.
Time disappeared inadvertently, and now she has long been accustomed to suppressing the true feelings in her heart, accustomed to no longer showing joy, and accustomed to putting everything aside.
It seems that everything is no longer important, as if no one is profound anymore, the pressure of life forces tears to flow back to the heart, and the once bright eyes naturally dry up. The songs of that year were full of wishes for freedom and full of greenness.
The nostalgia of the years is lingering.
Chapter.5 Thief of Time
When time waves goodbye to us, perhaps we are still tossing and turning between youth and youth, trying to pick out more time that is different from middle age. But friends around us are already busy making plans for our old age.
, began to mention birth, old age, illness and death in casual conversations.
We are used to dividing life into four stages: childhood, youth, middle age, and old age. But we have never felt that youth is so short, so short that it has already passed by as soon as we understand it, so short that it makes people sigh like a flash in the pan, so short that it is still
There are many things we have never tried and places we have never been, and they will be gone in an instant.
The past has disappeared like a fleeting cloud. Although I am still a little uneasy, and although I still think of the days when I occupied the mountain as my king and painted the ground as my prison in the dead of night, I have been in awe of those lonely times along the way.
Standing on the top of the ivory tower with open arms, we originally wanted to transform into birds, but instead our wings were cut off, and we fell into the dust like meteors, with disheveled and disheveled hair.
The past days were like a cluster of orchids, silently telling the twists and turns of the years, but those fiery red pomegranate flowers were still delicate, the stream was clear, and the sky was blue, as if everything was frozen under the sycamore tree that year.
The playlist of that year was calm and the beating notes pieced together the childhood courtyard wall, the young appearance of the parents, the boy riding a bicycle, and the most beautiful colors in life.
The mysterious hexahedron that the mixed-blood demon Bawa Bawa sacrificed on the curse boat (a plane journey vehicle) has been completely repaired, and the surface is no longer as uneven as before.
The curse boat has only one function, which is to keep the life forms inside it immortal for millions of years, and to perfectly resist the invasion of space turbulence.
Antelope Knight Nilielle withdrew her gaze and asked her three companions for the last time if they were willing to leave. Otherwise, they could stay. Bawa Bawa rarely showed a trace of anxiety.
In the end, Shark Harribel, Metal Archmage Granz, and Great Sword Master Upa all nodded.
It was night, and Antelope Knight Nilielle and Bawa Bawa were alone in the cabin of the cursed boat. Antelope Knight Nilielle was playing with an old and outdated mobile phone, but she was worried that with the strength of her three companions, they would not be able to survive at all.
Unable to survive the plane journey.
Bawa Bawa was stroking an empty Coke bottle, but he seemed extremely relaxed, saying that everything was a destiny that had been determined long ago, and there was no need to worry about it.