The sun completely dimmed at midnight, the coolness from the glacier fjords flooded into the crowd, and the graffiti on the streets and alleys depicted the Mountain of the Gods.
A woman sat elegantly in front of the bar, the ale in her hand was golden and fragrant, the salmon on the plate was warm and soft, the sweetness of honeycomb pancake lingered between her fingers, and the wild taste of reindeer meat floated into the Hall of Valor. She was half drunk and half awake.
, her thoughts went back to a night many years ago.
She still remembers that it was a quiet night, and she and her old friend were sitting across from each other in front of the stone table. A new moon hung in the sky, and a few stars disappeared into the world. The chirping of insects dotted the night from time to time, and the scent of flowers and grass rubbed the tip of her nose.
That was her last night in the ancient continent. She was about to leave without anyone to accompany her. Her lonely figure finally disappeared into the night. The pendant she held tightly in her hand was a symbol of deep concern. The carriage bumped, the ship shook, and the cold air
pressing.
She came to this strange and cold place alone, unable to sleep peacefully on a strange wooden bed. The strange smell made her turn around again and again, the strange people made her overwhelmed, the strange food made her bored, and the strange light made her feel bored.
Draw the curtains tightly. The crows are turning back and forth in the night sky, and Thor's hammer is swinging like a silver light.
Although the first half of my life was smooth sailing, my former partners gradually disappeared, my kind parents had passed away long ago, and the owner of the pendant was nowhere to be found. The water elves were hiding under the ice, and Odin's remains shrouded the sea.
Trickery and illusions are intertwined, and the gods and beasts are in full bloom.
The former friendship was eaten away by the poisonous dragon Nidhogg, and was replaced by a variety of new partners. Mutual curiosity and prying are the auxiliary ingredients of the blend, and the collision and compromise of cultures make people feel good.
She didn't know when she got rid of her loneliness. The wheels were turning, accompanied by laughter and laughter, and the collision of hiking boots and slush created splendid scenes.
The address book was burned by the fire, and scenes of new friends replacing old ones were staged from time to time. The flowers of friendship never withered, but they were frozen on the other side of the ocean. After all, the friendship of many years is no match for the person in front of you.
, the smiling faces made her feel no longer alone.
The former lover was dragged into the bottom of the sea by the giant python Jörmungandr, and was connected end to end in the endless darkness. How is he now, far away in the horizon, and does he miss her as much as he does?
The pendant attached to her chest was shining like new, indicating that the old love remained unchanged. The milky white heather came into view, and she looked at her significant other with a smile.
In the photo, he is happy and happy, the unknown bride is shy and charming, her snow-white dress is as pure as the waves, and the noisy scene is very lively.
The lingering whispers still come to mind, and the figure in the sun is still clearly visible every time I think of it. The hand holding the bouquet is shaking slightly, and the tears that come out of my eyes wash away the old memories.
The former family relationship was torn into pieces by the giant wolf Fennir, and countless pieces of flesh rotted and rotted under the scorching sun. The voices of opposition never stopped, selfish thoughts made rash conclusions, past memories were brought up again and again, and plots in fairy tales continued.
Staged. The starting point of life is early and late, and only when we understand it will we move forward.
The aging body is covered with wrinkles and the conventional thoughts are stagnant. Everyone is an independent individual and will look for a space suitable for their own survival.
A little blessing is better than a thousand attempts to retain, and a shred of understanding is far more valuable than a thousand dollars. The highest state of family love is to let it develop. Only flowers in the greenhouse need to avoid danger.
The fear of the past was turned into crystals by the frost giant Ymir, and countless flat ice surfaces reflected the warmth of the sun. The curious eyes of the neighbors turned into kind ones, and the weird atmosphere among colleagues dissipated over the years. The crisp sound of wine glasses
It echoes endlessly, and the wheat aroma of the bread lingers for a long time.
An invitation to another party was stuffed by the door, the pastries in the oven were hot and sweet, the meatballs were wrapped in melted cheese, and the smell of goat meat connected everyone.
The cheerful music was deafening, and the cold beer was strong and strong. I don't know when she became the protagonist of the party, just like Princess Sandy before dawn.
The confusion I once felt was squeezed and fissured by the North Sea monster Kraken, and the huge sucker grabbed the fragments in my heart. The strange look in my eyes when I passed the border was relieved by the smooth spoken language.
The anxiety she felt while standing by the window was eroded away by the cold wind. The countless drills finally came into practice, and her leather robe gleamed clearly under the blue sky.
The green aurora appears on the horizon, the cold air of the glacier spreads wantonly, the sails of the ships on the coast gradually drift away, and the temperature of the stove never changes.
In the dim light, the rocking chair creaked, the blanket on his body swayed with it, the book in his hand exuded the scent of mimeographed ink, and the milk tea was rich and warm.
The cornerstone of my heart gradually hardened, my dream took shape, the corners of my mouth gradually rose, and the lights outside the window seemed like stars.
The reluctance she once felt was swallowed up by the hell dog Garmu, and the roar of the three huge mouths was deafening. Although she has now perfectly integrated into it, the words in the diary are still in common language.
The night of praising the gods is still indifferent. I fantasize about dumplings and cakes at the New Year's Eve moment. I will never forget the taste of glutinous rice balls. The salty and sweet rice dumplings are an unsolvable debate.
I don’t know when, milk bread replaced porridge and side dishes, and tea soup became ale sausage. Strange nursery rhymes echoed around me, and strange customs came one after another.
The routine of the day is dull, and thousands of bright lights are like the eyes of the city. Street performers play their harps, and two hounds lie at their feet.
Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted. It turned out that people in the bar were making noises about a newlywed couple. The beer in the glass was drank down, and she stood up and left amidst the farewells of acquaintances.
The city was sparse and lonely under the night, with frustrated drunkards slumped in the shadows, and a few puffins passing overhead from time to time, like pedestrians returning home like arrows.
Red berries are scattered on both sides of the street, the light spots of candlelight echo the stars, the wife who has been waiting for a long time is scolding her husband, and a pair of children are eating dinner secretly.
The lovers on the bench were inseparable, and the old man was walking hand in hand slowly and leisurely. The carriage passing by gradually drove away, and a row of familiar bamboo fences came into view. The neighbors on both sides were already dark, and she felt tired when she returned home.
Soak in the warm bathtub, humming your favorite tunes, the coffee in your hand dissolves the drunkenness, and the fragrant foam covers your whole body.
This is her favorite private time every day, without having to think about anything, as motionless as a petrified statue.
The price of tranquility may be loneliness, and there are also various challenges in comfortable work. Everything is subject to the principle of equal exchange, and you must pay the corresponding price for what you want.
The soft quilt made her drowsy, and she didn't know when she entered the dream forest. There was a smile on the young face, the stuffed rabbit in her arms was twisted and deformed, and the roses in the vase faced the moonlight, and she seemed to have endless thoughts.
...
In the dream, she returned to the ancient continent and the town she was once familiar with. How many of her former playmates were left, whether her parents were in good health, whether the street corner stall had changed owners, and whether the old floor would collapse.
The dark yellow wall lamp warms the soul, and the milky white waves lap at the shore. Some people think it is vast and traceless, nurturing all things, while others say it has drowned many people...
The frozen continent, once despised by the world, has welcomed foreigners one after another. Those foreigners are willing to spend their entire lives in this bitter cold land, rather than being involved in disasters again.
Therefore, the frozen continent seems to have new vitality and is showing signs of becoming an emerging power. Perhaps the only thing missing is the lack of top combat power and the sparse population.