non-plastic epic

Chapter 103 "The Past..."

What does fluttering look like, the world is like a sand gull.When Xiang Dongliu was moving the bamboo forests he needed to build his nest, a poem like this suddenly popped up in his mind.

At first glance, I thought it was a poem describing the scenery of heaven and earth, but in fact this sentence means: what kind of life experience does it look like, isn't it just like a tiny gull in the sky and earth?

Thinking carefully about my own life experience, it seems like this. Needless to say, in my previous life, I was born in a big sect in this world after being drunk and drowned for more than [-] years, but the secret joy when I first realized it was directly overwhelmed by a series of encounters later A basin of cold water is more like drinking a slap in the face.

I only met my own father once a hundred days after I was born, and because I am the No.60 six bastards, I don’t get the resources of the sect to pour into it. Too much face.

Then when he grew up, he was bullied by his half-brother who appeared around the corner... It's not a good thing to remember the days of humiliation so clearly.The essence of suffering is still suffering, because suffering brings insights and experiences that are beyond suffering.So generally speaking, suffering can only destroy life, and only a very small number of people can transcend suffering and surpass themselves.

If it weren't for me, Xiang Dongliu, who was reborn, those shadows of the same age would have been like bone-eating ghosts, and it would be impossible to get rid of them no matter what.

Fortunately, there were still books in those days... "seems" to relieve some of the loneliness of being in another world.

By the way... and the little girl of Yue Lingshan, who also spent many happy days with me, but because I see her from time to time, I don't even realize when her personality changes drastically.When I first met her, the impression of her long eyelashes and big eyes is still very deep.

But it's a pity that when the sect was breached, that little girl ran away with some young people, thanks to the fact that she still fantasized about hanging silk like bamboo horses around green plums.Who knows that the reality is that he accidentally bumped into the best luck and landed in a different world, and he is still a good-for-nothing.

Fortunately, I have always had an indescribable sense of disidentification with this life. Perhaps the reason is that my previous life was the one that arrived first.In short, just treat it as a lost "toy". Although this toy has been admired by me for a long time, it was finally lost by a passing boy...
My mentality has gradually changed, or it may have changed a long time ago.When I first came to this world, I was very unaccustomed to it. I missed my parents, friends and other people close to me in my previous life. The most intense period of missing me was the most painful period of being beaten all day long.Grinning in pain, tears streaming down in pain.

When staying up late at night, I am like a little beast licking my own wounds. I miss everything about myself in my previous life, and I desperately want to go back to the past. In fact, it makes the current self envious of the incomparably ordinary life.Perhaps this is the case for every life that is repeated. When the ordinary life of the past is gone forever, you will know how precious the original life is.

Of course, the lives of Long Aotian, Ye Liangchen and others are no longer covered by this discussion.

But, but.Reminiscing about the past all day is meaningless to the humiliation and pain in the daily life. It can only make the humiliation more humiliating and the pain more painful. Slowly, ordinary memories seem to become the source of pain.

In fact, I also know very clearly how cowardly and stupid it is to blindly escape and yearn to return to the past.

The "electric light" goes out, things change and stars move, and mud cows fall into the sea.The darkness seemed to be pressed against the chest by a boulder.

Only by truly not being greedy for the past, only by resisting, only by resisting can one's heart not be tortured by oneself day and night, although resisting will hurt the body more seriously, but at least I know that I can breathe, and I have those precious memories of my previous life , I have an adult soul in my 20s.

So we must look for opportunities, look for opportunities to become stronger, and become free again.

At the moment when there is a heart of resistance, maybe I have a new definition of myself, throw away everything again, and pick up everything again.

There is a fire burning in my heart, maybe this resistance is just a mouthful of bloody spit at the other party, maybe without this fire, I will live longer, but with this fire, I may soon become a fire The fuel, quietly disappeared in this world.After all, the concubine after the concubine is really not much higher than the rations kept by the sect.

The red heart is restless, people are far away from the circle, and the orb is out of the dust.The light is like, once liberated, it breaks free from the shackles.

Alone, without worries, can you just live for yourself, live for your own fire, maybe ask yourself freely, only ask yourself.

So the destruction of the sect is not necessarily such an unprecedented event for me, maybe I sometimes have this kind of thought, as long as I live long enough, I can always understand the whole story.Before the strength becomes stronger, it is better not to touch those untouchable things and the truth.

So the top priority is to temporarily decide to get out of singles. After all, for almost half a hundred years in the two lifetimes, I have only been "eating dog food".

When the sun was setting and the moon was on his brows, Xiang Dongliu was in a daze for a moment and woke up.

Unexpectedly, I just took a moment to reflect on the past in a daze. This time flies by in a flash, and there is no time to plan for the future.

Forget it, leave the future to the future, I don't have this habit either.Never think about the future.Dependent origin and extinction, isn't this another way of life?

Then Xiang Dongliu stood up, picked up the bamboo forest under him, and headed towards the Yinhui waterfall from the side where the water was rushing.

At this time, the Wuyuan Waterfall is at the time of the alternation of the sun and the moon. It is divided into two halves from the middle. One half is dark and gloomy, showing the translucent texture and color of the water itself like glass, while the other half is shining with the brilliance of the setting sun. It is golden, as if it is wearing the sunset glow on the body, and the gilding and brilliance are instantly charming.

Xiang Dongliu squinted his eyes when he was stabbed, and couldn't help admiring: "It seems like two different lives..."

"Sure enough, it is a wise choice to build your own small nest here, but that guy Beifeng said that it is best to build the address on the cliff of Xiaoyao Peak, so that although it will take some time to go down the mountain, it can increase the strength of the teacher. The feelings of brothers on weekdays."

But I obviously want to build a small nest here that belongs to me. I don’t need to worry about reading books, I don’t need to worry about practicing, and I only use it to listen to the water and watch the moon and stars.

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