721 Traces of time! Traces of flashing! Phantoms in space 1
At the time of replacement, in the vast sky, I remember more than once, the endless cycle of the labyrinth still seemed to have no trace? Like the traces of time, even then, how old it was, but now it seems to be more than enough for many years.
The pen on the record seems to have at least a few years left in it, like the mark of time, like the nicks passed by the wind of time, the traces of engraved shadows are indelible and easily disappear in the years, like the traces of flickering, the floating shadows,
Space, the interstellar space station, seems like the calm wind is blowing at this time, and there seems to be something...
Just like the traces of the orbit, like the shadow of the space orbit appearing under the vast starry sky, it never disappears easily, the endless light years are unknown, and the course of time, the space is different. The space station looks so small in the interstellar universe, but slightly insignificant.
The traces seem to be hiding something. The popular chapters of the Traces of Thoughts in Different Time and Space seem to be endless, like endless words written by the author. After the three-dimensional prosperity, it is inevitable to fall into a slight nothingness, like a buffer, a sword light, a slight dullness, a spiritual light.
The flash cannot last long, and the temporary situation cannot cover up the dazzling light of the main body...
722 Traces of time! Traces of flashing! Phantoms in space 1
Just as the imperfections of a bead cannot hide the long-lasting brilliance of the bead, the human organism is not like a mechanical dead thing, and the artificial intelligence is not like the wind in this space.
As a matter of fact, at this time...
Like the shadows in the sky moving slightly, like the wind coming, like an object in the wind, like an object coming in the sky, the flying saucer reappeared in the vision of the team members, and it never separated for a second, like a lightless hallucination.
Like consciousness, I don't know how long it has passed, but the city appeared, like scenery, like strange tranquility. Such a place, like an illusion, flashing from time to time. What are they, the figures of good and evil gods from ancient and modern times in myths and legends?
It seems to flash, and it seems to disappear...
The meaning of mutual help is nothing like friendship, nothing like the traces of time left on people and living things, leaving imprints on the heart that are as hard to erase as the long river of time. The winds and imprints of history are imprinted on the heart, body, and the vast universe.
Time and space are like the trajectories of the stars in the vast galaxy, and it is difficult to easily wear away its sharp light. Even for a moment, the dull light at that time has no peaks and valleys, no heights, no highs and lows, all year round, and it seems that it cannot be dispersed.
The appearance of Caihua looks like the shape of clothes, and for many years, it seems like a flash of inspiration, and there are no words that are left unfinished...
723 City of Stars? City of False Gods? Realm of Blurred Space
The traces of flickering are like the shadows between the city and the stars in the sky, like the wings of synergy, like the flashing shadows of good and evil gods appearing here. It makes people feel in the space of time, making the team members feel strange.
, where have we been? The City of Stars, the Realm of False Gods? It seems like the sanctions imposed by false gods, like the realm of blurred space where the true and false are undecided. I can’t remember how many times I’ve been there, let alone not remember it well.
A clearer and more precise feeling of protection, like "suffering" from a false god, the transition between good and evil has not yet been decided, like myself, my former self, you, me, the moods between the team members, similarities and differences
Traces of time flashing...
In this moment, in this moment, are the ghosts of good and evil pretending to move? In the end? Legend or reality, the truth and the fiction are not yet clear. Suddenly, the team members seemed to hear something alarming in their ears and hearts. The final...
...Rebel..., the shadow in space, the voice of change, the illusory words that never disappear, the past that seems to be seen, the past, for the sake of the flow of time, it will never come back and will not easily leave too many regrets, the past self
, before they were separated, this illusion seemed to be in the hearts of the team members, if only... Just like when we first met, we, all of us, had no traces of sadness and laughter, marks of time that have not dissipated for a long time...
724 The trace of the young man! As if seeing him for the first time! A different mind! 1
If you can... it's like seeing you for the first time... the traces of trembling in your heart, the traces of trembling in your heart like the vague memories in your early years, the gradual movements like the tears in your heart, the traces of strange concentration, and the flash of spirit, if you can... no words, young man
The traces, ten plus years and five plus beers, are indivisible, like shadows, not moving gradually but like flickering, like a young man with a different heart...
Image? Trace? Like the sudden movement of something, the shadow in the heart, like incomparable, like the self-evident trace of the heart, still like, like, the final rebel still seems as if there is no original creation, the long river of creation, the heart does not seem to give up lightly
The shadow of the heart, the flash of the heart, the sharp edge of the pen gradually picking up, the light moving...
Gradually, the team members are like this, like a foreign star field, like a pseudo-god realm, without a moment of clarity, like a long creation, like a long river of life, without any separable words. Who is it, who is it like, the author?
Or? Still like? The young man’s words and ink over the years, waiting for the opportunity...
725 The shadow of the young man! As if seeing him for the first time! A different heart! 2
Weird? Different! It seems super tense, like a false god, an evil ghost, a shadow of a ghost before it comes, like this, like this, like a light wing, a prehistoric time, not different, a light and calm heart, like a poem, the words,
Mo Yan, like a ray of light, flashing for a moment, false gods and evil ghosts from time to time, like super evil, like endless evil coming and reincarnation disturbing the new star, like a nightmare, like a world, so suddenly...
The team members here seem to be in the realm of undecided gods. They are suddenly moving, like the reality of a long epic, and the traces of words are like a long river. The bookshelf is turning, and the shadows of movement and stillness are alternating, like the shadows between seemingly possible, like
Is it? It’s getting closer. Chapter? To be moved? Or is there some mystery?…
Relics of dreams? Like the unexplained movement of historical facts and legends, the earth and the world are like vast wilderness, with sharp edges emerging. Seize the opportunities, traces, and images that follow the confusion, such as the long-unknown opportunities that we cannot control among human beings.
, although the unusually firm and wordless traces of the heart, the words of dreams, the traces of dreams, the traces of dreams, as if it is difficult to express the traces of the heart, it seems that there is a continuous movement, the mind is clear, the eyes are clear, the traces are flashing, and the intention is to move without words.
The chapters are like flashes, and the flying scrolls seem to start moving among the wandering song lines that are difficult to understand at once. If there are many words on the way, time, years, and chapters are passing by, and the time, energy and opportunity seem to be grasped.
The silent clarity is just like the flickering traces of my heart that are gradually picked up, the light of my heart...
Appearing here is like being in the realm of false gods, like a flash of sword light, like a dream, a foreign land without prettiest and no thoughts, and finally the rebel flashes like the first time he was named, with words, light, traces, and movements.
Like the trajectory of the passing of time, like the trajectory of stars, the sky, the earth, the Milky Way, the sun, the moon, the universe, the starlight, the exploration of endless mysteries, the space that is hard to describe, the traces that seem to be explained, the space seems to be expanding, it seems to be compressing, where the team members are...
It is like an illusion, alienation seems to be approaching, and being in this layer of troubles is like a nightmare of timeless demons, the impact of evil, like an endless nightmare reincarnation, a temporary intersection of the same and different space, the choice of the heart, time,
Years, light years, it seems that it has already arrived, it seems that it is time to make a choice, but there is still no chance to make a break...
727 Lucky Son? Chosen Son? New Heart Time Flow 1
Luck is still, if we talk about fate, the opportunity of choice is like several opportunities that appear from time to time, uncertain opportunities, and if there is no mark of the passage of time, no if it is the sorrow of everyone, let go of the memory of pain from time to time, athletes,
Writers are people who have something in common with each other, literature, science, culture and martial arts. They often follow different paths and reach the same destination. If there is nothing in mind, the team members have the same thoughts in different time and space. Everyone has something to say and think, and...
There is no obvious difference between physical and mental workers. The difference is that the lucky choice is still as real and illusory as the candidate chosen by God. In virtual terms, because the reality seems to be more unknown in the vast and difficult to determine dimension, who
No one dares to make a conclusion easily. Timing, opportunities, and opportunities are as bright as the sun, moon, stars, the dimensions of all things in the universe, time and space are difficult to control and are elusive. Things, people's hearts, the fate of life and death, good and bad choices, reality and illusion are similar.
Between...
If it is not determined, if it is a virtual continuation, it is determined to choose the position of you, me and others, animation, games, film and television media works, etc., there is no such thing as the words of time, and the new heart is like the flow of time, whether it leaves any traces or imprints is temporarily unavailable.
Determined...
728 Lucky Son? Chosen Son? New Heart: Time Trail 2
Here, the team members are in a new state of mind, like a dream, like reality. It seems that there is no way. Although the promise seems to be unspeakable and firm, the thoughts in the early years seemed to be moved to tears, like the coming light, but there is no such thing.
With the changes of time, maybe there will be all kinds of tacit physical and mental understandings between you and me, real and imaginary people. It is not like the oath of eternal love, but the friendship between the ends of the world, the plainness, the joys and sorrows, this journey along the way is similar.
The body and mind of the team members were in a state of flux, nothing like falling snow, like, like, like, the surroundings still seemed vast and empty, and their hearts were calm...
The tears of emotion, flickering intermittently, seem to be looming, as if seeing the former self, no matter who you choose, your son, we come all the way as a joint effort, and there are no words to say that it is an absolute struggle. Time flies in the face of a new heart.
The imprints are engraved on our bodies and minds, like something flashing and flying, like a mirror of flying flowers without paper, like communicating with familiar people, a past that we have long since forgotten...
729 The wings of time traces spread! The heart begins to move
The wings of the traces of time are as if they were seen for the first time, as if life and life are fixed, as if the energy is leisurely, as if thousands of rivers and mountains are leisurely, as if the heroic words of the great men not far away are reflected in my heart, as if I have experienced thousands of rivers and mountains without giving up the hope of light, letting go.
It is universally applicable, and it has never been determined as an absolute theory. Each person, the person who is separated from the words, is stuck in the corner and cannot understand the style. It is like a useless person. It is like a new way to talk about the world and a new language. It is like starting to move but it cannot be completed in one go.
The passage of time engraved in the shadow traces the passage of time, and it is impossible to easily forget the vows and agreements we have kept during life and death. The day when we spread our wings and fly high seems to be not far away...
Beginning to move? Heart action? Each time is like the self of the same and different time and space. Like time, it is like nothing. It leaves flowing like phantoms of stars, moon and sun in the space of the long river of time. It flies and gradually looks like a state of materialization. The team members and
Everyone, we are in the same time and space, asking each other whether our body and mind are in this state. It seems like this is the realm of false gods. It seems difficult to approach the evil with its teeth and claws, and it is difficult to say that it is polluted and evil. The sunshine of the young man's radiant heart is evil.
Words, evil transformation, if you look at the past self, you and I seem to be at the peak of each period, will we easily forget that time?...
730 The approaching world of things? You and me in the mirror 1
If things, things, and situations that are not things and people are gradually approaching, it is still looking at it from a distance, or it is difficult to look back, like you and me in the mirror, the feelings that are difficult to let go, and I have never recalled the peaks and valleys at all times.
You and me in Pingluo, as far as we are concerned, as far as the team members are concerned, the same time and space are like looking back in the mirror without any distance. When thinking about the past, present and future, will the self be the same as before or the face that is gradually changing? The traces of time, the years
Traceless...
Is it a dream? Is it reality? It’s the same dream but different, reality is different. Even by definition, as the last rebel, it seems that between self-confidence and confidence, Zeng Ran’s team members faced a life-or-death decision. In the world of false gods,
The field seems to be walking aimlessly, and the time and opportunities are passing by, each of them is confident...