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Volume 3: With a blow of destiny, the king appears. Chapter 15: Playing the piano and playing the music

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    Life is a mass of desires. If the desires are not satisfied, it will be painful, and if the desires are satisfied, it will be boring.  Life swings between pain and boredom.  ©¤Arthur Schopenhauer.

    Life is a ball of desires, and when desires are satisfied, it becomes boring = the god of boredom.

    A passer-by said: So life is a process, and there are some small nodes in the process that measure the staged results of your life. After the small nodes are completed, they will continue to move forward, and the process will not be completed until death.

    In the place where I have never breathed, in the sea of ????my heart, in the beautiful moonlit night sky, your face appears, the thoughts that I have never shouted while playing the piano, the green grassland hangs in the sky, listen carefully to the tenderness in the indifference, and the red jumps  Excited sounds, beautiful figures touching themselves, phantoms talking about dreams, eyes that never lower their heads, fresh and exotic gardens, the concept of losing paradise, romance without a word, old sorrow, who is floating in the air, it is not you.  It¡¯s not me, it¡¯s Long Yin Xiaoyun.

    Peking University New Media: It is said that the video comes from the natural wonders captured by a Norwegian photographer who stayed awake for seven days.  Looking at such beauty, I instantly feel that life is full of hope.  Good night, sweet dreams.

    Nature and the natural environment.

    Han Han: My friend in the car said, fuck, what kind of way is this? Is this how he was born to sing? I said, it shouldn¡¯t be like this, he did it on purpose.  My friend said, then why did he sing like this? I said, I will give you Comrade Zuo Xiaozu's phone number and you can ask him. I can't sit next to you sadly_Zuo Xiaozu.  "Ironic lyricism" is "not only satirical, but also self-deprecating, a mockery of love, marriage, and war.

    ¡¾Light and shadow original sound¡¿"onesummer'sday" is like the sky after the rain, suddenly brightening.  From the Oscar-winning foreign language film "Spirited Away", the music was composed by Joe Hisaishi.  When you hear this piece of music, does it remind you of a sad but meaningful summer?

    It suddenly occurred to me that I had never really enjoyed reading.  Girls who travel, work, play music, and watch movies; this is enough to explain why I have never pursued girls, right?

    Although I have written eight love letters to eight girls I have known at different times, including this music love letter on Weibo, I wrote love letters because only love letters have the enthusiasm to write. What is more regrettable is that the friends around me  None of them share my personal interests.

    As the realm gets higher, the artistic conception becomes more random, and now I can¡¯t figure out any purpose that is enough to touch my heart.

    Heartbeat.  The world is moving.  If the heart does not move, everything is dead.  Put aside your own perspective and look at it from the perspective of God. All living beings shine for a short period of time, and finally disappear. On this ball, at most, thoughts are struggling and freedom is evolving. No matter how evolved, unless we find something beyond thought.  exist.  Unless eternity exists forever, time will be as free as it can be.

    Tired and aging.  Deserve it.  Hey, don't be like this.  Who taught you to become more and more perfunctory?  sorry.  No, I don't need to.  Many people admire Napoleon for sleeping three hours a day. Why don't you admire me when I sleep less than one hour?  Damn it, I am a hero and you are a pawn.  Oh, then I'd better not show off.  Die early and be born early, haha.  Weird.  Why are you so ruthless tonight? You must be jealous.  Yes, stop being so pretty.  Good night.

    dragon.  Don't you feel that every day seems to be familiar?  Not only does it look familiar, it's almost exactly the same, Luo.  The height of the Tao is only one foot, but the height of the devil is only one foot. I heard it before from the author of Eternal Life.  What a concept.  Your thinking is full of questions, and there is a generation gap between you and me.  Haha, okay!  You are an old man.  Who taught you that you have a thousand-year-old soul?  Oh, if you say it casually, you will be serious, if you say it seriously, you will be like butterflies flying.  It's been a while since you turned the pages of a book with your hands.  and you.  busy.

    On a hot afternoon, I ran from Taipei Neihu to East District, then from East District to Ximending, from West District to Shipai and Tianmu in Beitou, and then back to Neihu, so I ran half of Taipei!

    My hands were bruised and my butt was sore when riding a motorcycle. Fortunately, it was just a work trip. If I were to go around Taiwan, I would have more scars. My good friend Shen Min used a motorcycle to go around Taiwan when she was eighteen years old (Taiwanese law is 10 years old)  Only eight years old are allowed to pass the test to ride a motorcycle) Taiwan's heartbeat.

    In the evening, I thought I had rested. My friend Afa ran to play cards and asked me to complete the work. He then ran to East Lake in Neihu, then to Xizhi, and finally to Nangang. At this moment, he finally returned to the company in Neihu.

    I have really traveled half of Taipei, dizzy, I feel like a delivery person, postman, Huangpu Love - Yuluo Town today.  Listening to the sound of the wind through the window, I asked myself, waiting for the reincarnation at the memorial arch outside the village, who is so serious about his love?

    The rushing blood stopped, and I followed in. When I was hesitating, the classical angel pulled me up. I couldn¡¯t resist anymore, and the consciousness of the god of war disappeared, so let¡¯s travel to heaven!  Walking leisurely and carelessly.

    Entering the dream, a beautiful goddess with shining red horns floats over. It¡¯s you, it¡¯s your tender eyes, with sad eyes, penetrating my heart, burning in an instant, and re-condensing every trace of my heart.  Ares wills, revives, breathes, leaves heaven.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????: It¡¯s really a lot easier to get rid of the complexity after making a pot of tea quietly, haha!  Reading The Legend of Wukong during the day feels like watching my seventeen-year-old self, like a book about philosophy and Buddhism.Perhaps only you, Luo Xiaoyun, can help me save this little bit of sadness!  If I still can't escape, I have been hit. The teacher once said that I am a great philosopher and one who has no companions. Seventeen is a turning point, and nineteen is a milestone, saying goodbye to the past.

    The loneliest love letter in Chinese history, haha!  This is my thoughts when I was seventeen. I wrote them when I was nineteen. I simplified them to 140 words last year. In my mind, there should be a very long story. It also proves that when I was young, I loved to have sudden imaginations, but now I have gone backwards.  I can't imagine it. What's better is that my state of mind is completely different, even more calm!  The failure is that there is no such eloquent words at the beginning. After fusion, they represent the whole to you, enjoying the days, months and years, year after year.

    Thousands of years later, maybe I can only say maybe, you took a peek, got a glimpse of the mysterious future, scratched the surface, knowing too much is worse than not knowing, not knowing is much simpler, but it also shows that we have not evolved. Thousands of years later, you and I Why do you care if you don't care anymore? This foolishness comes from love? Love is heart. A sincere person says sincere words, does sincere things, and thinks sincerely. What I interpret is that I wrote the loneliest love letter a thousand years ago. The author of "The Secret Book of the Universe" made another comment: The loneliest person is attached to the god of boredom.

    During the day, I heard relatives visiting me, and I heard my father chatting with distant relatives. He mentioned that he got married in his twenties. Why didn¡¯t I even have a girlfriend? She spoiled me. He also asked relatives to introduce him, and said that he had a girlfriend last time.  I don¡¯t want to be too picky about the female bank supervisor (fainted, maybe there is a generation gap) and she said that I wouldn¡¯t even talk to him. Oh, if I had known better, I would have continued to stay in my old home and not listen to him!

    It seems that I have touched the realm of saints and demons at the same time. This blowing, destroying and exciting time, in fact, the flowers have withered and they will bloom the same next year. Youth dance, dream locks, and heart rivers are waiting for someone to start the journey and dispel the confusion.  cloud of dust.

    A client who sincerely volunteers and practices Buddhism broke the agreement with me in order to sell the house at a good price, haha!  I laughed. She thought she was sorry for me and was embarrassed to tell me that I didn't care about all this at all. All I cared about was whether someone was happy or not. I was worried that I couldn't bring her a happy smile and all the good things. I was very proud of this.  Responsibility is futile, hahaha.

    Listening to the song: After a long time, the memories are silent in time, the southward wind no longer blows, my love still continues, in the photos with you, in the days without you, I began to get used to indulge in love,  Because I will worry about whether I will always be so lucky on nights like this, because I will worry about loving you more than myself, because I will worry about not hearing from you, because I will worry about you leaving, facing the wind outside the window.  Thinking of you quietly.

    The popularity of the same era has become an old song. No wonder some people call me Laolong. It¡¯s time to accept the fact that I am aging gradually. Can I meet someone who is willing to accompany me before I age, and can I meet the person I fall in love with? I¡¯m afraid of my heart skipping a beat.  Come out and say, God punishes you, and punishes you for knowing the secret of heaven, and you faint!

    I don¡¯t know if I have worked hard enough to write the Four Parts of Musical Love Letters? If compared to the past, I haven¡¯t worked hard at all!  If it refers to things related to music, I have worked hard, because I didn¡¯t talk much about music in the past. In the past, I only felt it, without talking or writing. No matter how much I wrote, without your glance, I only felt endless loneliness.  What is loneliness? It¡¯s not important. What¡¯s important is that I have loneliness. In fact, I want to have you, but that¡¯s a luxury!

    Mo Yan won the Nobel Prize for Literature. To be honest, I am not particularly happy or even feeling it, but it is always good!  After all, the kings of literature in my heart are figures like Jin Yong and Huang Yi. Besides, when it comes to people¡¯s evaluation, I will always give a higher score to passionate and moral people than to literary people. What¡¯s more, the values ??of the Western world are not the same as mine.  The same thing is like Nobel, a person who is despicable enough and still named after him. Idiot Europeans and Americans listen to the wind and blow away a bunch of fallen leaves.

    There are many kings like you, who are worthy of being the king in photography and selfies. For example, I am not the king of freedom in the eyes of my friends. That is superficial. I am the king of formlessness in my soul. But in order to communicate with you, I have to say that I am the king of arrogance, a king.  The world has its own category. In this world, I basically have to be unafraid of everything. I am not afraid of life, death, ghosts, gods, and all things. If I am not afraid, my soul will move upward. This is how the so-called true superior appears, haha.  (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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