The celestial and human beings traveled through the nebula and went straight into the endless sea of clouds in front of them. The Music Emperor suddenly stopped, with a flash of divine light, a finger of the void, and a row of vast sound power directly destroyed the space-time annihilation area left behind by the heavens and man, stirring up the spatial fluctuations of the ripples.

The Music Emperor clearly saw that the sky was far away, and he could sense his constant flickering and moving, but he could not grasp his definite distance.

"This farewell, I don't know when and when we will meet again?" said the Music Emperor as he sat quietly in the void.

The figure of the Music Emperor slowly floated uncertainly, and in the boundless interstellar realm of the boundless sea of stars, there was a moment of spiritual light. I recall the first time I entered the music magic, the island of spring, summer, autumn and winter, "the first time I saw the spring flowers, it has become winter in a blink of an eye, hurried, hurried, the year is easy to come to an end, Shaoguang has passed away without a trace, life is endless, the universe is endless, hurried, hurried."

Planting trees for future generations to enjoy the shade must learn from our ancestors. Life is like a road, one moment west, one moment east, hurry, hurry!

We are all passers-by, cherish the time and don't relax, hurry, hurry, don't wait until the end, sigh in vain This trip is empty!

Life is like a road, one moment west, one moment east!

The earliest piece of clothing, the earliest call, the earliest hometown, the earliest past, is the wind of the Pacific Ocean blowing slowly, blowing through everything, naked children, croaking cloaks, the slightest breath, oily vitality, blowing through the cheeks of many people before blowing on me, the wind of the Pacific Ocean has been blowing.

The feeling of the earliest world, the earliest feeling of the world, the dancing shadow swaying in the vast ocean, climbing and sliding on the eternal peaks and plains, blowing up and down the mountain and blowing into the beautiful valley, the wind of the Pacific Ocean has been blowing.

The first mother's feeling, the earliest awakening, blowing the sails of countless orphan ships, leading into the tranquil harbor, shuttling through the beautiful strait, blowing on the endless coast, blowing you blowing the song of the steppe of life! The wind of the Pacific Ocean has been blowing, the earliest feeling of peace, the earliest feeling of peace.

Blowing away the misty imperial domineering, blowing out the magnificent coconut country, drifting with the breath of the South Island, it is naturally noble and rich.

Blowing off the flags of the empire, blowing out our betel leaves, blowing the fragrant fragrance of magnolia flowers into our village, blowing the fragrant fragrance of magnolia flowers into our village, blowing open my favorite window.

When the wind of the Pacific Ocean blows slowly, it blows through the real peace, when the wind of the Pacific Ocean blows slowly, blows through the real peace.

The earliest feeling, the earliest world"

At first, when did the Emperor of Music first fall in love with music? Not innately, at first it was just a pure feeling of good sound, and soon he escaped from the world and listened to it more and more.

(Note: The four-part trilogy of imagination is finished, and what is written now is to supplement some artistic conception and continue to write some miscellaneous notes of life, not expected to write much, in my heart is to make up 3 million words, make up an integer meaning.) Free thinking is not easy, it is easy to be taught, and the vision of people who go against the sky is of course not taken seriously, the people of the world talk about the affairs of the world, write the world and say the words of the world, so that there is this opportunity The world is peaceful, and the heart is peaceful" (to be continued......