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Volume 3: A blow of destiny, the king appears. Ode to Black, Piano Destruction Song, Chapter 1, Destruction of Love

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    Many people are talking about life, history, economy, financial management, and how to achieve great differences before how old you are. Nothing in the world is great, just be your true self!

    When a person reaches a certain level of cognition, he should be self-aware of whether he is being surpassed or not.

    To paraphrase Huang Yixiong¡¯s article to amuse and fool myself: One day seven or eight years ago, I was walking in the fields of Lantau Island with a friend who loves thinking, Long Yinyue.

    Walking, walking, we happened to be talking about the issue of destiny.  We came to a small bridge, under the shade of trees, and the stream flowed under the bridge.

    Long Yinyue's attention was attracted by another creature.  Sighed: That butterfly is so beautiful!  I followed his gaze and saw a large butterfly parked leisurely in the stream under the bridge and on a stone that jutted out of the water a little. Because the wings were closed, I couldn't see the beautiful patterns on its wings.

    I said: Is it really that beautiful? Long Yinyue nodded.

    My curiosity aroused, so I randomly picked up a grain of coarse sand on the ground and threw it in the direction of the butterfly more than ten feet away under the bridge. The coarse sand drew an arc in the air and fell towards the butterfly. We couldn't believe it.  It hit the butterfly's head.

    The beautiful butterfly fell into the water miserably.  As the water flowed up and down, we rushed downwards. For a moment, we were speechless and looked at each other!

    If I deliberately throw a butterfly at it, I may miss it a thousand times with a grain of sand, but the butterfly dies because of its beauty and my curiosity.

    Long Yinyue suddenly said: Assuming that all life is destined, the meaning is not determined by us.  Poverty, high or low, believe or not, fate is just the pattern determined by fate.

    I know Long Yinyue means that the butterfly is destined to die in my hands.  Some people would say that since everything is destined, why bother working hard? Then don¡¯t work hard!  As Long Yinyue said, you can't help yourself whether you work hard or not.  Everything is destined to be fine.

    Long Yinyue said again: In the final analysis, no one can understand time, and understand that the real natural destiny clock only represents human experience, and destiny represents human limitations. Hahaha

    I also laughed, knowing that Long Yinyue had broken through the limitations in the world of thought.  His smile means that he has been able to peek into the Tao, and it also means that he has reached the realm of no realm.  As for me, I laugh because I understand how valuable it is for us to become close friends!  ©¤The handwritten notes of Xiaoshi Wang.

    Drunk for a thousand years

    Take a high-spirited step

    The world¡¯s one dragon

    Heaven and earth dance

    An ordinary person lives in a home

    Free expression

    Chicha Yilong

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    A pot of love and hate

    A month of joy and sorrow

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    ¡¾Drunk Dragon Residence©¤Long Yin Yue¡¿.

    Walk in stride.  Walking, walking, I vaguely heard the sound of tears flowing.  Strange? A deserted place.  Why does this sound appear?  As time passed bit by bit, I walked, walked, walked.

    My lover is almost 30 years old. What¡¯s strange? The tearful voice has been vaguely following me. I decided not to leave, so I stopped and tried to find out the reason.

    It turns out that the world is crying, crying that we will disappear in the future!  Then a hundred years of lovesickness.

    When I know my dream has been shattered!  The things I have experienced let me know that happy love is just an illusion to me, full of sadness and confusion, and a broken heart.  I don¡¯t expect anyone to give me some love. I need to find a place for my soul to rest. Maybe the fruits of love are growing everywhere!  But to me they were a shock.  The meaning of a Western song.

    ??Heartaches every day, heals every day, and gets stronger every day.  I'm lost on the road in front of me, save me?.

    With nothing to do, I sit quietly by the Guandu River, watching the mountains are quiet, the clouds are leisurely, the mountains and rivers are vast, and the sky is vast.  It's like time has stood still.  It feels like the scenery before prehistoric times, everything is waiting to begin.  It seems like the blank space that the painter faced before he started writing; it seems like the player's fingers stopped above the keys, holding his breath and concentrating.  There is no sound at all, but everything is about to begin.

    It seems that there is nothing on the stage, no matter how loud the gongs and drums are, no one has appeared yet, time and space are waiting, waiting for the beginning of life, waiting for the first baby cry in the wilderness to wake up the world.

    An egret flew quietly.  The originally still picture suddenly started to move.  The photo turned into a movie, with sound and movement in an instant.  Usually, before the tide recedes, egrets often land on the tops of mangroves or on the tops of wooden piles rising out of the water.  They can stay motionless for a long time. Their long and slender legs, graceful necks and white bodies make them particularly eye-catching in the landscape, like a noble sculpture.

    The egret¡¯s stillness is actually a kind of concentration.  Like the blank space in front of the painter, and the silence before the performance, the egret is focused on its survival.  Concentrate with all your strength to make life solemn and complete.A kind of beauty, a kind of beauty like sculpture.  ©¤There was once a female student from the literature department who was competing with me to see who could write better love letters. I didn¡¯t sleep for almost seven days and seven nights. Later, she admitted that I was the master, but I also forgot to write anything to prove to her.  , I only know that a person with an academic style cannot resist the unconstrained style!.

    He lowered his head and was speechless, the world was full of cunning air.  Don't go, far away.  Looking up at the blue sky, the dragon chanting the moon is coming.  What do you think after watching a section of Neihu Road for a year?

    Why are you laughing? I don¡¯t have any thoughts other than laughing it off.

    You have been reading thousands of books for a year, what do you think?

    Why are you crying? I have no idea other than crying again and again.

    ? Laughing when you are born, crying when you die, happiness and emotion are constantly intertwined

    Who breaks into the modern Internet and wants to untie the shackles of the night in the years. The words dress up the love story of the mortal world, just like a young lady with makeup, looking up at the splitting curtain of creation, leading to the kingdom of love, people  People come and go like five miles of mist, and Dada's horse's hooves are a beautiful mistake!  Can't hold Chang'e and kiss the Jade Rabbit, which poet is ruthless to clear this fog? Who is a returnee and who is passing by. After meeting you, my thoughts begin to settle in. You become the coolest immortal.

    Lonely in the fast technological network, I recall the ancient country, the ultimate realization in the contradiction, the past and the future are like forest fog, clear the fog and encounter the point of no return, there is no way back, turning off the computer is the end of the world, everything ends  !  My passion and yours are both called cool, two animals that don¡¯t get angry easily.  You need my protection, I have forgotten how to protect you, and we are all holding umbrellas in our own years?br/>

    The heavens are silent, the gods are silent!  Smiling and sighing at the thousand years and the wind and moon; let the wind and song cover the moonlight, and live a life of freedom, step by step, towards the road of kings and the road of loneliness.

    Love is locked into a building.  Through the love in this world, you are the only light.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Hunting, fighting to end the war and find the enemy.  Give me a flower and die without regrets.  Listening to a few unique songs, all I think about is you.  The misty destiny will not stop until death.  Sing my song and listen to your tune, spring will shine!  Compose my music, arrange your lyrics, life is full of happiness, the dragon sings the king's rhyme, and the happy friends are free and unrestrained

    The wind blows and people change, do you feel it? It doesn¡¯t matter anymore, you finally become a fairy, and I also become a devil.

    Changed, seemingly unchanged, changing every day, the wind blows, do you feel it? Is it important? It feels like you are like an angel flying in the sky with broken wings, a false world, a world without emotions, in  From the day when I fell into the demonic world because of you and became the lord, from the day when the sun and the moon turned the mountains and rivers upside down and shifted the time and space, I typed tens of thousands of words to commemorate the traces of cracks on your face as the years of rushing and sighing began!

    Do you feel it? I have no meaning, because without you, other meanings do not belong to my meaning, but I gradually become arrogant in the world because of you!  This is really a ridiculous world!  Where do people with broken hearts go? He said: There is nowhere to go. From now on, you alone are the meaning.

    "Ode to Black: Piano Destruction Song, Chapter 1, Destruction of Love."  ¡·.

    Along the sea embankment, the sea breeze is particularly comfortable. I am not holding Lan's hand. I am walking on the brick road near the sea in Tamsui Town. Her long hair is blown by the wind and she has an elegant beauty, but I have no intention of possessing her.  It means just quietly watching some beautiful things in the world.

    She looked at me and smiled and said that the sea is very beautiful. If you can ride on the clouds and travel around the world, it will be like the gods described in ancient books.

    With low eaves, the buildings are of different styles. Some windows are covered with moss, and some are planted with trees and flowers. They are really beautiful.

    The vision came to a Western-style European-style building, with a Dutch flavor. Tulips hung at the door, and there was a gray-blue windmill-shaped door.

    Hello!  moon!  You didn't even listen to what I said. What I actually meant was that you only have to be able to fly in the clouds, otherwise you would be like an ancient Chinese god, happy and free to follow your desires.  It was a cafe, and the aroma of coffee could be smelled from a distance. Suddenly someone took my arm and looked at me curiously, and a coquettish voice came into my ears.

    The Eight Immortals cross the sea according to their abilities, but the Ninth Immortal stays alone on the shore, nostalgic for the world!  Ha, at that time, I was very much like an immortal who could not eat the fireworks of the world. I looked at the various conditions in the world with a smile, listened to the sounds of all things in the world, and had no desire to own this world.  (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations and monthly votes.
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