Master Luo Xiaoyun slowly closed his eyes, a sound emerged from the blank time and space, the sound gradually changed from weak to loud, the whole world began to take shape, a majestic and magnificent music came to the top, the source points of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, metaphysics, gas, spiritual power, etc., were condensed and scattered all over the world, and flowers, trees, plants, and various animal lives began to be born.

Master Luo Xiaoyun finally saw the inner world of the great philosopher dragon Yinyue, and she was inexplicably excited. In the natural period, the mixed period, the barbarian period, the feudal period, the castle period, the mechanical period, the science and technology period, the civilization period, and the Internet period, in the Internet period, the master Luo Xiaoyun saw the lyrics of the confessional comedy chanted by the disciples of the great philosophers who created the world, the disciples of the gods, and the disciples of the gods:

"The previous stop of Jinhua Junior High School on Xinsheng South Road in Taipei City, the 0 bus that stayed in Yonghe Nanshijiao was filled with the first love of a sixteen-year-old teenager from the High School Affiliated to the Normal University to a girl from Jinhua Junior High School, and there was no purer love in my life, although she made me abandon my studies before the joint entrance examination.

When I was eighteen years old, Taipei Medical College and the Emperor's Hall of the Department of Literature and Literature of the National University Mountaineering Friendship, the game of losing the keys of male and female pairs, we were destined to walk together, and finally I was blessed to others by not loving her enough, but unfortunately I didn't know how to cherish love at that time.

At the age of twenty-two, a fire inexplicably burned up a classmate who hadn't felt it for five years, and I always fooled around in the dance hall after she went abroad, and she went to distant Atlanta, and I was unconsciously disconnected from her when I was too young to do so.

Later, I opened a clinic on Liuzhangli Anju Street, Heping East Road, and I lost the direction of my life, and I danced until 6 o'clock in the morning. Later, I met the choir conductor of Zhongshan Girls' High School, she gave me sustenance in the English Aperys Picos recording studio, and she also made me cry for love for the first time in Pittsburgh.

Later, when I returned to Taiwan, I never met her again, and in the gap of long-term relationship, I once walked into the depths of Beijing's hundred flowers, and she was the innocent stamen. Accompany her to take the bicycle back to her house. I still remember her shy face, and maybe that feeling was also the last goodbye to my simple love for my student days.

The girl she brought with her had said that she loved me so much that I wanted to be my wife, and finally betrayed me to the southern island, but I no longer blame her for humiliating me. Almost ruined me.

I don't know why she came from Quebec, Canada, and planted love seedlings with me on the shores of Lake Baikal. I don't know why I crossed the Trans-Siberian Railway. Until I saw her waiting for me in the snow at the Greyhound bus station.

On the first night of the first night in Montreal, where it was snowing heavily at minus 10 degrees Celsius, I moved into a large French-style house where many men and women lived separately. The frozen window, the stars were dark and blue, and she got into my bed, but in the end it was the girl I had known since she was in Ren Aiguo that made me finally lose my eternal love at the age of forty-one.

How old are I and immature, will I not be mature again in this life? I have also wondered, am I really old? Am I tired? Am I no longer youthful and excited? Why is the passion boiling in my chest better than when I was sixteen years old when I first fell in love? Am I still waiting to find the only one among billions of people who may love me forever. Knowing that it was becoming more and more hopeless, but more and more longing, I was broken.

After that, I also had a lover who had a similar life in the past and present life, the Finnish half-race Lapp, and I also wanted to love Pompeii for eternity, like a volcano that freezes time in lava after a volcanic eruption.

On Route 601 on the south coast of France, where you can't find the exit of life, take the ferry from Barcelona to the small island of Ibiza and forget about the all-night revelry of self-form, only when you are lost, you see yourself, fear and lost dreams.

I wanted to die in Milan but I could only end up empty. Manchuria, Nan Island, Bulgaria, Slovakia, I only see lust and passion.

Makeup artist in Berlin, Germany, her room full of red lanterns, drinking jasmine tea to relieve hangover, she loves the Orient and she doesn't necessarily really love me.

A descendant of the Mongols who had been left on the Black Sea a thousand years ago told me in the Moscow dance hall, as if his ancestors had seduced Turkic soldiers, and went south along Kiev to the Black Sea, and you came to the Odyssey, where there were as many beautiful women as crabs that came ashore to lay eggs.

So many nights of muttering to myself, chasing from the end of the world to the cape, so many experiences, but I still can't fight back the broken me, I have become more, chasing the happiness that only babies and madmen can feel, and even provoking good customs.

began to miss the disorder, lovelessness and troubles of the childhood, and through the brutal legal impulses of the flesh and the travel labor of thousands of miles, he wanted to regain the leadership of the brain that had long been occupied by the desire for love and irrational logic. But every time I became rational for a second, I began to use my instinct to release my life energy without thinking or experience, just to stimulate my feelings, like a trapped beast fighting the feelings of a wise young man.

In the end, the eyes that lost their eyeballs still shed tears, and I have to admit that people are destined to be the frogs at the bottom of the well that will be ridiculed by Lao Zhuang, every time I think I have seen it, I am relieved, and I think that I am deep in the sea, but in fact, I am only wet on the riverside, and there is still darkness in my heart that cannot be sensitized.

I want to pursue the great happiness that seems to be eternal, but I can't bear to be happy every time, and finally even the small happiness gradually disappears, gradually, I become more and more painful, gradually, I become a more broken me, the past me, the childhood me, the future me, it seems that they are not connected, each me is broken.

My world seems to be really ruined, I can no longer find love, suddenly miraculous one day, when I was most depressed, I walked thousands of miles, to Greenland all the way to the iceberg of Saudi Arabia, the dream mountain that does not eat the fireworks in the world and is as beautiful as a fairy, finally let me vaguely find the first love and ideals of adolescence.

I seem to feel a flag beckoning to me in the distance, it seems that my soul is waving a flag, in the far sea, in the sea it is calling to me, it seems to be saying to me, butterfly, come! This is the world where you fly, don't fly on the water, come down to the sea, this is your world, you must know that in the sea you can fly better, you can fly deeper, you can feel the kind of liberation that you can't get in the sky, this is your eternal destination.

Finally, I made up my mind to cut off the little sky and the small lake I had been in, I abandoned these attachments, these reluctances, and ran towards the happiness that could finally allow me to live in peace, the unrestrained happiness that I had when I was a child, the sea, that is where I should go, that is the place where I experience eternal happiness.

I vaguely touched the fur edge of the invisible elephant, and I felt the warmth of the mother's body again, the pain and self-abuse, the poverty, the happiness and wealth, the sexuality, the repression, the contentment, either way, as long as there is self-esteem and pride, it is a kind of happiness.

Aristotle ruthlessly said, I love my teacher, I love the truth even more, and affectionately left a will, asking him to be buried next to his wife's grave.

I said that mortals love their relatives the most, and in the mortal world, truth always bows before love and affection.

Greenland Iceberg looked at me silently, wordless description, the "me" who loved me everything when I was a child, the "me" who loved me for the first time when I was a child, the "me" that I didn't say when I was a child, is that "me" still in my heart? Did that "me" ever leave me? Did I abandon him or did he abandon me?

Maybe we have never been apart, maybe he just doesn't want to be in a mature world he doesn't like, that "I" is like God, there is a love different from the world, there is a love that is different from human selfishness, there is a love that is different from all men and all women. What kind of love is that? God-like love, love that doesn't ask for it, only giving, is there it in the world? Do I have it? Have I really loved without regrets? Have I really loved?

Master Luo Xiaoyun shook his head, men are always self-righteous, amorous and so, Master Luo Xiaoyun's inner world, there is a love king, he has a face that presents a great philosopher, love Zhe, love king, philosopher king, suddenly the master Luo Xiaoyun stood at the highest peak, looking down at the network period for a long time, looking at the human world war in the breaking period, the wisdom hero king who covered the sky with one hand appeared, and people were completely alienated during the great universe period, and the vast period was very long.

The period of holy love, the eternal period, but the eternal period, the eternal period of the great philosopher he feathered in this place, the master Luo Xiaoyun vaguely could not see clearly, anxious, and over-spirited, the master Luo Xiaoyun turned into a unique poem, a poem of the realm and emptiness, no impurities, only beauty, an eternal beautiful poem, fell into the eternal period, and later generations called the master Luo Xiaoyun an epic.

The beautiful epic flies in the paradise full of peach blossoms, in mid-air, music flowers fly, the world is peaceful, the world is indisputable, "so beautiful!", Luo Xiaoyun, the master of the epic, said.

What a beautiful world, looking up at the classical book clock, the book is carved with "eternal time". The ultimate beautiful world, she saw.

Outside the eternal time, the shattered void, the epic was shocked and trembling, a demon hero with his bare hands was standing in the starry sky, and Dazhe was facing the big demon.

Epic master Luo Xiaoyun was shocked and realized, and transformed into the "first poem", no beauty, no ugliness, no good, no evil, only "truth", his great philosopher and great demon turned out to be the same, the difference is a long white hair fluttering, a volley of dark short red hair, black and white, not white or black, not allowed to be gray, only a duel.

Is there only a duel? Shi Shi was confused, her wisdom was not high enough, she hated the sky, and hated the demon who deceived the sky with wisdom, why did she want to kill Dazhe. Why destroy the good one, why?

Note: "Divine Comedy" is sung by Zhang Hongliang. (To be continued......)