The drizzle like a bead curtain is silent, and the night wind blows like an invisible anaconda, crawling slowly in this quiet world. The autumn cicada vents its last bit of strength, and the residual red on the ground blocks the croaking frogs.
The stubborn tung leaves hang on the branches and refuse to leave. Like the autumn water, the fragrance is hidden in the light rain and cold, and disappears in the intoxicating lingering.
In the late autumn sky washed by the night rain, the moonlight became softer and brighter, and the stars became more brilliant. Everything in the world was dark and dark, as sad as a funeral, and it was as if the whole world was dressed in coarse clothes and linen, with snow satin and white ropes wrapped around the waist.
Countless fireflies, as if they have turned into the deep pupils of elves, are staring at this blue planet, savoring the birth and death of all things, watching the ups and downs of the world of mortals, and admiring the vast and bustling figures of billions of creatures.
Anything that can't kill us may not bring about any growth, but will make us riddled with holes. The Viking King sat quietly in the outer porch.
I saw wine bottles lying on the ground at his feet. The cold yellow liquid rushed down the throat, and the remaining pain also dissipated in the clouds.
The white mist sprayed from his mouth obscured his vision, and in the hazy moment, various past experiences passed by him like rewind.
There is no choice but the flowers fall away, there is no wind and rain, and there is no mercy. Each of us is just a carrier of this world. When the mission is over, everything is over.
But in this life, which is neither long nor short, there will always be some things that make it impossible for us to survive or die. This is like those dream chasers carrying thousands of heavy stones, walking forward slowly with bent knees.
Just for the dreams and expectations in my heart.
Some people are dead, but still alive; and some people are alive, but already dead. How many people can be lucky and live a stable life? Perhaps such a life is as calm as a light novel, and even the ups and downs are forgotten.
Smooth.
But most encounters and separations are as cautious as crow's feet. They always cover our eyelids when we are careless, but they disappear in front of everyone.
All the bitterness and suffering are due to too deep obsession, all the countless twists and turns are due to turning a blind eye, and all the pretending to be stupid is just silence.
All suffering stems from our dissatisfaction with life, because desire outweighs the rewards of hard work, and because we are unwilling to lose our true eyes.
When we are in our twenties and thirties, we are at the age when we most look forward to the future. It seems that everything is close at hand, and yet it seems far away.
We are always full of anxiety about the future, sighing in the face of the pressure of life, and always calculating how to get more resources, but we are afraid of laboring and indulging in things. We have listened to too many earnest teachings, but every time
After making a mistake, the heartbreaking pain always lingers in my heart.
It is said that "Don't think about the past and don't fear the future", but how many people can do it, and how many are turned away.
As a member of the mortal world, we just hope to get the results or things we want through our own efforts.
But the mountain is difficult to overcome, so who feels sad for those who have lost their way? Meeting by chance is like a guest from a foreign land. Real life is not a subjective dream. Some people are proud, and naturally there are frustrated people.
Countless negative emotions are attached to the heart like vines, and it seems that all the ups and downs are hardships given to us by God. If all suffering comes from our dissatisfaction with life, then when will we feel satisfied? When
Only then can we not be happy with things, not be sad with ourselves, and always have a heart of peace and happiness in poverty.
If "youthful and vigorous" is an excuse, then how long can such an excuse be used? We are young and frivolous in our teens, and we are in our prime in our twenties, but what about those in our thirties and forties?
Scholar Moronil once said: Twenty weak crowns, thirty standing, forty no doubts, fifty knowing destiny, sixty sixties, seventy rare in ancient times. Do we have to wait until the end of life to understand anything?
Is it called Poverty and Happiness?
Most of the suffering in our lives comes from our dissatisfaction with life. No one knows how much we have to be satisfied, or the word "satisfaction" does not have an accurate measurement scale.
Hungry people want food, impoverished people want to be rich, and people with poor hearts want to be spiritually filled. Satisfaction is never about the stoicism of an old man who is about to die and has no desires, let alone about life or emotions.
The calmness after giving up completely.
The so-called "satisfaction" is nothing more than a narcissus that grows toward the sun but drifts with the tide. Even though it has a beautiful appearance, its stems are full of toxins.
"Newborn calf" has become something that people criticize because although it symbolizes vitality and passion, it also represents childishness and immaturity.
We have passed through the cardamom years, and we should have become mature and steady, but until the sunset of the mulberry tree, we suddenly realized that we are still far from the other shore.
And most of those so-called emotions are like deer at first, jumping in our hearts and always appearing excited and excited.
But as time goes by, they gradually lose their tenderness as cubs, and the pair of sharp horns on their heads cut their flesh and blood as they swing, and the feelings they once had naturally turned into painful cold sweats.
Emotions like dead flowers and dead trees, after being beaten by the wind and rain, will only be broken into pieces like a mirror falling to the ground, and finally dissipated on a rainy autumn night.
How can we live together but not die together when we are only part of the human world? Those emotional travelers who are like passers-by have made us unable to live or die since the day they left. And that sharp and screaming short arrow has pierced all of us.
He is a person with deep feelings.
It is extremely stupid to base your happiness on others, and it is likely to be self-defeating in the end and there is no way out.
If two people who parted ways had changed places or places when they first met, they might not have experienced those vigorous love together, and naturally they would not have been tortured to death by those romantic affairs.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In the following days, we huddled carefully in the darkest corner, trembling and closing our eyes while eavesdropping on the happiness of others.
Spring dew grows moss, summer rain wets the brim of the hat, autumn rain stays between the brows, and winter frost whitens the heart. All self-comfort is just an excuse to escape, and all lingering thoughts are just wishful thinking. He or she once turned into a person.
A long series of passwords, a long series of passwords that we may never be able to decipher.
When we are alone, we always feel that we can't even find the right person to talk to. Others are showing affection around us, but we can only be alone, and it is unbearable.
Therefore, we gradually begin to blame everyone, begin to doubt everything, begin to no longer believe in those so-called lies, let alone believe that fate will come to everyone fairly.
True love is a wound that time cannot heal. It is as shameless as a villain, making people unable to live or die.
The dawn in the darkness has long since disappeared. We only hope that when dawn comes again, our bodies will be burned to death, our thoughts will turn into nothingness, and all traces will disappear...
The stars in the sky are like a dream, the blood moon among the clouds roars continuously, the black rain like beads is biting and cold, and the hordes of night crows cackle continuously.
Belinda waited for the antelope knight Nellielu and her party to leave before heading to the stronghold to report the matter to the Viking King Isu.
Isu said that Belinda was the most trusted person in his father's life and his godmother, so he was not angry. On the contrary, he also told Belinda that the frost giant Eluruyeli was growing rapidly and was expected to reach the peak of 100 years ago.
Ymir's level, continue to protect the Vikings.
Belinda looked at Ys, her eyes filled with relief. In the end, the two began to chat about the development direction of the Vikings, but they decided to stick to this territory and did not want to peek at the ancient continent.