In the mysterious Pantheon, in the extremely distant world, there is a wooden house, across the highest center of a curved rainbow, the wooden door babbles open, and a man walks out, the male form is free to walk out of the rainbow, and slowly fall from the air one by one, like an autumn leaf.

The man floated in front of two statues, a statue of a man and a woman, the demeanor of the male statue was full of arrogance, and the eyes were carved with incomparably gentleness, while the female statue looked very lively and lovely, beautiful and happy.

The man drifted backwards, sat in the air, and a bunch flew out of thin air from the sky, the man closed his mind and forgot to enter the world, his ten fingers were lightly clasped, his lips were slightly opened, and a long voice floated out like the rhyme of heavenly timbre.

In another time and space in the Pantheon, a flute also appeared out of thin air, and an elegant woman played a unique incarnation sound like a dragon's chanting water. The elephant is invisible, the sound is loud, a simple rhyme, and a rich and mellow Gandi Tianyin.

Wen Shen said: "Xiang Leng Jin Li, was turned over by the red waves, got up and combed his hair lazily. Ren Baoqi is full of dust, and the sun is curtaining. For fear of parting from the bitterness, how many things I want to talk about will be stopped.

The new is thin, not dry wine, not sad autumn. Hugh, this time back, thousands of times Yangguan, it is difficult to stay. Nian Wuling is far away, and the smoke locks the Qin Tower.

Only the flowing water in front of the building should remember me staring all day long. Gaze, from now on, add a new sorrow. ”

Mu Long explained: "The incense in the lion-shaped incense burner is cold, and the turned red quilt is like a wave, and when I get up, I don't bother to comb my makeup. Let the mirror box of the grooming be hidden, and let the morning sun penetrate the top of the curtain.

How much sorrow and hatred poured into my heart. I want to confide in him, but I am afraid that I can't bear to vent uncontrollably. Recently, he has been getting thinner, not only about drunken malaise, but also not sentimental and desolate in autumn.

Forget it! Even if he sings the farewell song thousands of times, the Ming Dynasty still can't keep him who has made up his mind. Thinking that he was going to leave Wuling, he was left with me in the cloud and mist to guard the empty building alone.

Remember the water's edge in front of the building, and you should pity me and wait all day long. Now, it has added a return to the longing from afar, a new sorrow. ”

The god of writing put pen to paper. You can't fall into the beauty of heaven and earth. The surrounding scenery is overshadowed, and it is said that the love of Mu Long, who ranks first on the list of love letters in the universe, is a lonely and beautiful figure, a luxurious lonely shadow overlooking from the heart, and a bleak time and space. Towards the sinking red dust. Hongchen has love. Love is there, and it shines in the heart, subtle but undying. The undying love is scattered in the late years of heaven and earth.

Mu Long's cursive pen, the shackles of relieving love, writing a confused road, like a resentful woman in the deep palace, bored in the wilderness, dressed up in the red dust idiot, like a noble lady in the slightest, lonely into the ancient country, the contradiction in the enlightenment, the past and the future are like a fog, clear the fog and see the point of no return, there is no way back, everything is over, my enthusiasm and you are called cool, not easily angry spring animals.

The isolated Mu Long, it doesn't mean that you can be isolated if you want to, sometimes it will be in the dust, even if it is only a short vacancy.

Mu Long got up, in the sound of time, like light scattered on the two statues, in the unknown world, Mu Long's eyes have seen time and space far away, and he has seen the distant author Long Yinyue.

The author's dragon Yinyue sprinkled a little into the void, and the volume of the earth's "Fantastical Tetralogy" sprinkled through the prohibition of galactic music, penetrated the pantheon, and penetrated the distant time. Mu Long threw his hands together, the volume of heaven "Mu", but the soft model has the unparalleled dignity of looking down on all things in the universe!

On the way back and forth, I thought that I often encountered a very bad problem when I was very young, every time I didn't have enough fun, it was like this, my playmates usually could only go to about ten or twelve o'clock, and I had to go to class tomorrow, and the latest could only go to two o'clock, and my family would talk too late, and I was the only one who could only go until dawn, and I was tired, and I was lonely and tired, not physically tired.

Therefore, it is rare for the author to write a book for the first time, and naturally I want to write to the fullest and have fun, I can't care about those friends who have accompanied me to play, just like the current reading friends, because I understand that the only way to go to loneliness is the only way to go, unless someone can also control the time, and this person still knows me, and is my confidant, such a probability is too difficult, so I left, wrote, alone.

Before leaving, delete the words scattered in other four places, and I was afraid of losing them, so the third and fourth caves of Jiaolong don't matter if they are lost now.

Don't test the appearance of the story, the author can't see through it, can't see through his own mindlessness without tricks, don't test the beginning and end of the story, there is no so cute and fantastical imagination, only the melancholy and nowhere to hide in the night.

Closed moon shy flowers, unable to capture half the sky of the world, dreams are self-intoxicated, deep self is deep in life, loneliness will never wither,

There is a kind of longing that is as deep as the sea, and now I have forgotten it, I can't tell anyone about it, I can't tell the person I miss it, and the bottom of the buried longing has disappeared.

Reason is getting stronger and stronger, feelings are getting weaker and weaker, time destroys all, dilutes all, time is forcing people to the peak, selfless and free to run and hurry, with the encounter, obedient, to meet the cold snow floating in the north, I heard that her beauty is heartbreaking, even more heartbreaking is that I have no feeling, trembling and temptation are all lost and depraved, intertwined sadness spreads loneliness and loneliness

Flowing at a distance of 39 elevations, the purple-orange light overlooks the wound on the chest at 0.1 point 1.1 inch, the rhythm of the mood of the sale, the sorrow is souring at 8 times, the blue light of the bay and the sea shines all over the 4 miles of sand, the starry sky that depends on the eyes of a hundred nights, the apple does not let go of the complete decay after 6 weeks, the rain is lightly sprinkled in the clear sky, the distance is a semi-bright space, and the near is the 7-minute breath of the haze, all my lonely sigh has no shadow of your 0.

The deciduous words that sweep the place, not the autumn passers-by, the human race has nothing to do with it, the silence is just the sunset, I just want to say out loud that the world is not needed, I don't sing, I don't love you, I don't hurt, I don't go crazy, sweep away the world that is collapsing, that is no longer the emotion that needs to be clarified. A day without the smell of destruction and sorrow, without fireworks and tobacco, without a mountain of stubbornness, without the habit of sticking to two words, without regret is hopeless.

In the soliloquy and slowness, he knew that the world was full of unhappy things, so he chose to sing the praises of the beauty of happiness, how to bloom truly beautiful flowers if he had never been resurrected from the thorns, how to know the value of the true beauty of the Tao of the Tao? Whether he was happy or not in the world of the world is really irrelevant, if the heart is unhappy? If he is not happy, how can he be happy? If he is very happy, how can he be unhappy? If he is happy, how can he not be happy? Whether he is happy or not is just a feeling of state of mind.

When the sickness is very painful, the sky falls, and there is no emptiness, and when the joy is full, the earth falls, and there is no emptiness to be happy, the Tao, the Tao of nature, is naturally possessed, and it is different from the nature of the human race. The Tao is guarded, cared for, warm and warm Tao, the Tao has no contention, no hope, no desire, and everything is nothing, so there is no joy and no sorrow, and it is as quiet as air.

The Tao of infinity, infinity, infinity, impossibility, unintentional, formlessness, and non-existence, happiness is in the present, the pursuit of happiness, satisfaction, and satisfaction in the world; The Tao is the way to be at ease, to do whatever you want, and to look at the current situation at will, intentionally or unintentionally. The Tao is the Tao of ordinary people, the Tao is unspeakable, it is the Tao, the Tao is beyond the Tao, the Tao is sprinkled and sprinkled with the Tao, and the Tao is sprinkled with happiness and leisure. The basic way, the way of thinking, processing, solving, and communicating, the way of strengthening the key, the way of deepening and the way of art, the ability of the Tao of Shenghua, the way of seeking breakthroughs and innovative strategies, the stronger the Tao power, the faster the efficiency, a person with the Tao is welcome, even if he is alone in the world, the way alone. Screening the way of the world and the knowledge of the masters, incorporating it into their own world and becoming a personal avenue of learning, always pursuing the path of evolution, the avenue of more progress. (To be continued......)