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Volume Three: With a blow of destiny, the king appears. Thirty-four. Seeing the red spring flowers for the first time, we say goodbye. I don¡¯t know when we will meet again.

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    The sky and the sky pass through the nebula, straight into the endless sea of ??clouds in front of you.  The music emperor suddenly stopped, with a flash of divine light and a finger in the void, a row of powerful sound force directly destroyed the space-time annihilation area left by the sky and the sky, causing ripples of space fluctuations.  The Music Emperor could clearly see that Heaven, Man and Sky were far away. He could feel his constant flickering movements, but he could not grasp his definite distance.  "After this farewell, I don't know when we will meet again?" The music emperor sat quietly in the void and thought to himself.  The figure of the music emperor slowly floats uncertainly. In the boundless interstellar world of the boundless sea of ??stars, there is a spiritual light that is concerned about the time and space.  I recall the first time I fell under the spell of music, the spring, summer, autumn and winter of that small island. "I first saw red spring flowers, and in a blink of an eye it was already winter. Hurry, haste, a year comes to an end again, time passes without a trace, life is bound to end, the universe  Eternal, hurry, hurry. Plant trees to provide shade for future generations. We must learn from our ancestors. Life is like a road, sometimes west, sometimes east, in a hurry, we are all on the road, cherish the time and don't relax!  , in a hurry, don¡¯t wait until the end, sighing that this trip will be in vain! Life is like a road, sometimes west, sometimes east! hurriedly, hurriedly The earliest piece of clothing, the earliest call, the earliest hometown.  , the earliest past event was when the wind from the Pacific Ocean blew slowly, blowing over everything. The naked clothes, the cloak that fell to the ground, the silky breath, the oily vitality, blew on the cheeks of many people before it blew on  My, the Pacific wind has been blowing. The feeling of the earliest world, the earliest feeling of the world, dancing shadows in the vast ocean, climbing and sliding on the ancient peaks and plains, blowing up the mountains, blowing down the mountains and blowing into the beautiful valleys.  The wind of the Pacific Ocean keeps blowing. The earliest feeling of mother, the earliest awakening, blows the sails of countless orphans, leads them into the quiet harbor, shuttles through the beautiful straits, blows on the endless coast, and blows you.  Play me the song of the grassland of life! The Pacific wind keeps blowing, the earliest feeling of peace, blowing away the vague imperial domineering, blowing out the magnificent coconut country, with the breath of the South Island.  Noble and rich, blowing down the spotted imperial flag, blowing out our betel leaves, blowing into our village with the fragrant magnolia flower fragrance, blowing into our village with the fragrant magnolia flower fragrance, blowing away my most beautiful flowers.  The window of love. When the Pacific wind blows slowly, it blows through the real peace. When the Pacific wind blows slowly, it blows through the real peace. The earliest feeling, the earliest world."  When did the music great first fall in love with music?  It's not innate. At first, I just felt it was pleasant to listen to. Soon after I retreated from the world, I listened to it more and more.  (Note: I have finished writing the tetralogy of the Heavenly Horse and the Sky. What I am writing now is to supplement some of the artistic conception of the Heavenly Horse and the Sky and continue to write some miscellaneous notes on life. I have no estimate of how many words I will write. In my mind, I want to fill up 3 million words, so I can round it up.  It is not easy to think freely, and it is easy to be taught. Of course, people who defy nature will not take it seriously. People in the world discuss the affairs of the world, write about the world and speak the language of the world. Only in this way can we have this opportunity, and the world will be peaceful and our hearts will be at peace.  draw"
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