Dance pavilion singing stage, or setting sun grass and trees
Author: nothing to worry about
About a few months ago, a younger brother of a master's degree in Chinese studies asked me to recommend some idle books to him.
A few months later, he registered Qidian VIP and watched "Celebrating More Than Years" every day.
This book is good.
Every time I read a new chapter written by Lao Mao, I think of a sentence in my heart.
"You are dust, and you will return to dust..."
It seems that things that are as pure as water are more likely to be defiled, so they are full of lead; it seems that things that can be seen clearly can deceive people's eyes more, so clouds cover the sun.
After the conspiracy, what remains the same
I think the character of Fan Xian was constructed and raped by tricks.
Written and read, there is a consensus that the reborn is invincible, and the reborn can rape the world.
So Mo Ni, who was not content with this, thought of a way to make time travel to time travel, rebirth and rebirth.
In the end, I felt sorry for the world, and kept raping Fan Xian ideologically, making him a slave of that world.
Perhaps, Fan Xian's occasional memories of his previous life could reflect the difference between him and this world, but Mao Niu finally raped him again, this time, it was a woman.
Then, writing, reading, those who should be smiling started to laugh, and those who should be secretly happy continued to be secretly happy.
Brother Dunhuai's sentence is always blown away by the rain and the wind, which suits me very well.
Whether it's Ye Qingmei or Xiao En, the famous people will return to the dust after all. Even Chen Pingping, who has a funny name, doesn't have a few years to live.
Some tricky words are full of the vicissitudes of life and death, so I can't help but look at the sentence on the cover of the book again,
"I also have to go against the sky."
Fan Xian might be going against the sky, right
It's a pity that he doesn't have the aura of a domineering man, the ability to make everyone kneel down, let alone wave his hand, the top-level magical skill in the universe that is full of gods and Buddhas scurrying around. It seems that he can't pick up more than one million girls and dominate the whole world Five thousand years.
So, what should he do? Everyone had to wait impatiently, but waited patiently.
After all, no matter how the protagonist is raped by the author's supporting characters and villains, he is still the protagonist, and the reborn is invincible after all.
This world is everyone's dance stage, bright things are easy to rot, a gust of wind and rain, traces are gone.
Maybe everyone knows this truth, but they just don't know whether they are the protagonist of the play or the audience.
So there are princes, empresses, emperors, men and women, and even eunuch friends jumping up and down, fighting each other.
Facing these awesome characters, Fan Xian couldn't finally act like "the wind is blowing, the rain is blowing, and the lantern will last all night.
Waking up is boring, dreaming is boring, and dreaming has never been to Xieqiao." The state of children, from the grass and trees in the setting sun, to the dance pavilion and song stage of some people.
The story starts here, develops from here, and probably ends here.
Helpless... Sad things, after all, are always the closest to perfection.
If Fan Xian travels again and sees someone writing a book called Qing Yu Nian...
Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, there is a sky above, this **** life...