You will also encounter Shura Field after exile [Greek Mythology]

The Lord divided all creatures in the world into two types, clean and unclean.

Unclean animals are hated by the world and then deprived of the right to live.

Considered to have no intelligence, no soul.

Typhon felt that he didn't need anyone to admit that he had wisdom, or that he had a soul, it was enough for him to have instinct.

The instinct to fight to the death.

Instinct for basic necessities of life.

And, the instinct of love.

"You will die in disgrace." The apostle of the Lord announced the sentence to him, and the ancient calamity raised his head silently. He saw the sky full of angels, white ones without facial features, layer upon layer, just Like snow in winter, covering the world.

Typhon stood down.

He stared at the ocean in the distance, the mountain peak on the other side, and the sea surface farther away, he saw the shadow of the sail.

Young people are leaving home.

They went to a faraway place, and under the comfort and stability, they chose freedom.

Freedom is more important than life.

Love always outlasts death.

After all, death cannot rule everything.

Typhon thought of the days that the girl spent with him many years ago when he was still at the bottom of Tartarus. They had a lot of time to kill, although he said he was not a smart person.

But he found that he gradually liked listening to those things.

math.

astronomical.

Ocean.

starry sky.

He is not a good student, even if the world's best wise man tells him these things, he still can't understand them.

Liking and understanding, many times, are completely two things.

Typhon knew that in the eyes of today's gods, he was classified as a beast, but he never felt that it was some kind of insult.

He later saw many things.

For example, a snow leopard fell down a thousand-meter cliff in order to catch its prey, for example, a fox curled up in the snow covered with a layer of snow.

For example, a frog leaps several times its height in order to eat a meal, for example, a flying fish flies out of the sea under the sun, or migrates or migrates.

Mayflies live in the morning and die in the evening.

However, some butterflies can fly over mountains.

They were all bugs. Tifeng stretched out his hand and let the butterfly land on his finger. He touched its wings lightly. It looked very thin and light, but it was tough and tenacious.

He raised his hand, it flew up, and joined Haohao Tangtang's team. They will fly to the south, cross the snow-capped mountains of Baitou, and keep flying. No matter it encounters thunderstorms or strong winds, they must survive.

Even if there is a strong wind, life will never give up. (1)

So what's the shame in living by instinct?

Human beings have gone too far against their instincts.

Perhaps, the time of awakening is the time to return to the original.

The original desire was arrogant and surging, like the blood rushing in everyone's veins, which made him stronger, and he felt his heart beating violently again.

"Disgraceful death?" Typhon showed a mocking smile.

"Isn't it one of the most glorious things in the world for a man to die for the woman he loves?"

By the quiet lake, young couples are sitting by the river, the young man raised his head, and the girl leaned on his shoulder, "What's wrong?"

"Look, there is a meteor shower." He raised his hand, and the girl opened her eyes in surprise, and saw meteors streaking across the night sky. "It is said that if you make a wish at this time, you will be together forever." She said softly.

The young man folded his hands.

"We must be together forever." He whispered, "I heard that as long as you escape from here, there is a place in the north, no matter what religion you believe in, we can get married."

"Huh?" The girl was slightly taken aback.

"As we agreed this morning, I went to your father to propose marriage. He was very satisfied at first. I asked him if he could marry you to me."

The young man looked at his fingers, "He asked me what religion I believed in, and I said I was a Protestant."

"Then he returned the gold to me." The young man whispered, "No way."

The girl sat up straight.

The young man stared into her eyes, and the meteor passed behind them. Tears seemed to well up in the young girl's eyes. After a while, she asked cautiously.

The young man's heart reached his throat.

"Is there really that place?"

"There must be." The young man stretched out his hand and grabbed her hand, "I am 24 years old, but I already feel that I will not like any woman in this life except you."

The girl lowered her head, clasped her hands together, as if she was listening to something.

"You said, is it really God's will to keep lovers from being together?" She asked softly.

"Definitely not." The young man said, he seemed to feel some strength, and stood up, "I know I love you, I don't think there is any shame in doing so."

"Isn't it natural for a person to like another person?" He said seriously.

The girl smiled, and she stretched out her hand, "Let's go, let's go now."

"Let's go and run," she said. "I see nothing to be ashamed of."

"Is it an honor to marry an 80-year-old earl?" the girl murmured, "We will be blessed, won't we?"

"Look at this meteor shower." The young man said, "If the world didn't want to, how could it give us such a good omen."

There's nothing shameful about loving the one you love.

He took her by the hand, and then climbed over the wall and ran into the field, where they bought a little food in the camp, and continued their journey north.

For several nights, there has been an incomparably bright meteor shower.

This is simply an unprecedented spectacle.

People couldn't help but stop and watch.

Then there was heavy rain. I don't know what kind of rain it was, but young shoots grew on the ground, and they were raised layer by layer, and then flowers bloomed.

It's a brown rose.

Like, someone's blood.

"Friend, I want to trade my horse for your house,

Trade my saddle bridle for your blanket.

friend, i'm from kerbra port

Bleeding back. "(2)

Above the sky, for some unknown reason, a song came slowly, and all the angels felt exhausted. This ancient incarnation of disaster is really too powerful.

Under the siege for several days, only the angels kept dying, turning into meteors and falling one by one. They quietly analyzed that he might be very tired.

Maybe he has been injured, but the pupils in his scarlet eyes are still like the abyss of hell, with a pure black luminescence.

Who wrote this strange thing, Typhon couldn't help thinking, exchanging horses for supplies, and saddles for blankets, this is a strange transaction.

However, it is inexplicably yearning for people, especially those who are fighting, can't help but yearn for it.

"If I can do it, young man, the deal will be a success.

But I am no longer me, and my house is no longer mine. "

The angels rushed forward again and again, and the wingtips of the ancestor of calamity pierced the air and made a sharp sound.

He continued to fight, but he thought, what would happen if he bought a small house in the emerald green foothills?

I am no longer me.

If I were the same as before, I probably wouldn’t have any interest in poetry, Typhon thought, what is poetry, a lullaby before going to bed, I have always slept well.

"My friend, I will die on my own iron bed,

if possible,

There must be a Dutch cloth sheet.

you didn't see me

A wound from the chest to the throat"

It seems to be a good choice to die of old age on the bed, Typhon thought, but if a group of people came to laugh at him, he would not accept it. He passed through layers of angels, and accurately strangled the red horse knight. neck.

"Don't you think, as a disaster, you are still a bit young?"

He laughed wildly, and the angel kept flying against his body, trying to protect the red horse rider again, but this time, they seemed to hit a rock, and his body remained motionless.

The knight on the red horse felt terrified, he had already thrown the extremely sharp spear in his hand, and it did hit.

But that guy, as if he didn't feel pain, the spear was stuck on his body, like a forest on a mountain, his hands were still strong, and he couldn't make the slightest difference.

"Your white shirt is dyed with three hundred brown roses,

your blood is still smelling

Oozing down your belt.

But I am no longer me, and my house is no longer mine. "

Which troubadour is singing, Typhon couldn't help thinking, but I have to say, this old man sings quite nicely, Brown Rose.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the distant ground.

Flowers of blood.

It's a brown rose.

What a wonderful metaphor.

Humans are really good at such strange things. Typhon flapped his wings, adjusted a direction, and then he stabbed viciously towards the earth, and he saw an island.

This is where he lost the last time.

It is also the place of his burial according to the legend of the world.

This kind of shame can only be washed away with blood, he thought, and he accelerated to fly there.

Then hit the ground hard.

"At least let me climb this high terrace;

Allow me to come up!allow me

Climb up to this green terrace where you can hear the echo of the sea. "

The sea water of Sicily beat the white coast fiercely, the lovers came to a paradise far away from the mainland, and the angels came densely after hearing the wind, when the war smoke cleared, they could not see the disaster, nor could they see the angels up.

The ancient and gigantic beast sat down silently, holding his long knife in his hand, leaning against the hill and sat down.

Like heroes of old, a ballad calls him home.

The shame of losing this battle will be washed away with his blood here.

However, he suddenly remembered something, he looked at the sun, and seemed to see that day again, the little girl stood there, covering the king's insulting mouth.

Brown roses were in full bloom, and he saw countless lovers wandering on the beach.

The plants quickly climbed up the giant beast's body, and then grew and bloomed. Even the countless spears inserted into his body bloomed one after another.

He closed his eyes, breathing steadily and slowly.

Typhon, the ancestor of disaster, fell into a deep sleep.

People say that when the volcanoes in Sicily boil, that's him turning over.

The lovers liked the island very much later, and there was nowhere on the island to hang concentric locks or leave their names.

The island has always been warm and fertile.

Because of one of the earliest disasters, he has come to this world, he has loved deeply, and he has fought hard.

If you ask the old man what he finally got, the old man may ask you to go to the mountain to find some beautiful and unusual small stones.

He got a warm and beautiful heart.

The author has something to say: (1) From the French poet Valéry's "Cemetery by the Sea"

(2) From the Spanish poet Lorca's "Sleepwalking Ballad"

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