The hand that knocks words like a sword, freezes and stops, and the eyes are blank, in the restless years, in the withering life that provokes trouble, in the gloom of memories, in the love world where I can't type.

Sanjing Mountain, the prominent cliffs are craggy, the song is transferred in the valley of the wind, from three directions, the spiritual figures of the three strange and handsome, the Emperor of Leisure, the Emperor of Music, and the Emperor of Gods and Demons.

The Emperor of Music, accompanied by an ancient moon qin, the guqin floats in the air and plays lightly, gurgling like flowing water and clouds, pleasant to the ear in all directions, the eyes of the Music Emperor is a picture that is happening, in the picture, "one by one the heavenly thunder and fire nets are overwhelmingly pressed down, the bright computer sister of the water stretched out her hand and shook it, and a bright ice bow with water was in her hand, and the bow shook out, bursting out of a world of ice and snow, resisting the thunder and fire net." The mecha cyborgs of the Oz Empire are pouring in... ”

The Emperor of Gods and Demons, with a pair of eyes that looked at the world and the world, still disdainful of all things, walked sideways, and came to the front of the Emperor of Joy and Music for a long time, and said: "What! Freedom, your author's consciousness is still in the humble human world and tastes the sorrow of a moment? haha! What is the meaning, sooner or later you will return!"

The Emperor of Freedom, there are two beautiful figures in the endless vastness of his eyes, one is the Emperor of the Starry Sky and the other is the Goddess of the Starry Sky, coldly and tenderly facing the eyes of the Emperor of Gods and Demons, and the thunder exploded in an instant! Flashing out of the white light of the East, the space of Sanjing Mountain trembled, and it seemed that he could not resist the powerful breath of the two, and the Emperor of the Freedom Emperor waved lightly, and the world was quiet.

As if nothing had happened, the Emperor opened his mouth and said: "The author also has the evidence of your gods and demons, the author of the tripartite gathering of people, gods and demons, mourns more than death, in a period of time in ancient China, he has become extremely empty, a white sky realm, only when the qi is exhausted, he will eventually return, what is the hurry!"

The drizzle on the island is falling, the helpless life of the city is not suitable, it is not like this, human beings have gone the wrong way, can not turn back, the idea of survival at the beginning is wrong, the author looks at the world, dozens of consciousnesses come back one by one, and cannot fall into the imaginary meaning of words.

January 12, 2015. The drizzle is continuous, the mood is half round and half bitter and fierce, and the thoughts are presented condescendingly, as you read: "Being alone is also a kind of short-term self-exile, not really to abandon anything, maybe just in a tea time, back to a certain moment in childhood, rejoicing again; maybe in a journey of a while, speculating about your future; maybe when you are eating alone, you actually judge yourself a little; maybe, you can't think of anything, only a blank, quietly and quietly realize-alone."

There are too many capable people in this world, and the limit you think is just the starting point for others. Therefore, only by constantly forging ahead can we not be ashamed - people can not go to school, but they must study, really - Han Han

Time is short, and the end of the world is far away. After a mountain and a river, overnight, I walked quietly. If you accidentally get lost and fall into the water, you should also remember that there is a river called rebirth. In this world, anywhere can grow, and anywhere you go is a destination. Then don't come to me, and I'm not going to look for you. Guarding the remaining years, watching a period of quiet years, the present world is stable - Bai Luomei" (to be continued......)