Moe Academy: Resurrection Battle

In the evening, outside the window, the sunset dyed the whole sky red. It was not a strong red, nor a fresh pink. It was a red close to orange. Very beautiful. I leaned against the window frame, the fragrant tea in my hand was emitting white smoke, blurring my eyes. Thoughts drifted away inadvertently. The old memories were like a movie played in reverse, passing by one frame after another. They were frozen in that evening. That evening, there was also such a beautiful sunset. The sun took off its dazzling golden armor, and the strong red swept the whole sky. But because of the afterglow, it turned light yellow again. It was like a Western oil painting, but with a bit more long-lasting meaning; it was also like a Chinese large ink painting, wanton, unrestrained, but with a bit more exaggerated rhyme. The originally quiet path became even quieter. The woods lost the vitality of the day, and the dim light and shadows intertwined, making it look even more lonely. Occasionally, a few not very loud cries came from the distance, and the crispness was inevitably covered with a layer of shadow. It seemed to be covered with a veil, unreal and unclear. The tall back of my grandfather in front of me was very clear. The ebony cane was raised and put down again and again. The tone of "dong, dong, dong, dong" and even the rhythm were unchanging. The black cloth robe and the serious expression were always there. Against the gray background, it became more and more vivid and lonely. He and I were only a few steps away, but it seemed like a chasm. That was a world I could never touch. I didn't understand why he suddenly had the idea of ​​asking me to accompany him to a place. But he didn't mention the name of the place. I pursed my lips, quickened my pace, ran to my grandfather, and gently grasped the corner of his sleeve. "Grandfather, haven't you arrived yet?" I looked up and bumped into those deep black eyes. "Soon." There was another long silence. It was so depressing that it made people breathless. Fortunately, I walked past that corner. A large open space appeared in front of me. The endless pure sky. The sun had already set halfway, and the sky was gradually stained with gray. The rich red, dazzling yellow, and dark gray merged into a magical picture under the smear of time. The young mind was shocked in an instant. Worship became instinctive. Admiration, even if you spend your whole life, you can't find any words. It is a scene that cannot be described in words. I could only stand there in a daze. And my grandfather, as if he was called by something, walked straight forward silently. The ebony walking stick that he never left behind had long been thrown aside. The setting sun sank little by little, and the half-bright and half-dim afterglow hit his face and body, blending into a strange expression. The eternal black eyes were a little blurred. The corners of his mouth that would never be raised were trembling, as if he wanted to say something, and as if he wanted to smile. In the distance, the setting sun exhausted the last piece of afterglow. In the evening, the night covered the sky, and a bright moon quietly peeked out from the clouds... As the saying goes, the moonlight is like water, and it is true. The flowing moonlight quietly falls on the ground, and the whole community seems to be covered with a thin layer of silver yarn, which looks so quiet and peaceful. The moonlight penetrates the screen window, enters the house, and sprinkles on the windowsill. The windowsill seems to be plated with a layer of silver, shining, pure and charming. Spring comes quietly, and the spring breeze blows all over the earth. There is no roaring wind to accompany, no roaring thunder to follow, only a pure and transparent heart. Just like that, the rain came. The drizzle falls, drifting with the wind, dancing with the wind. Rain is the spirit of nature, the spirit that can understand nature. The fragrance of the soil floats and dances with the rain.