"Enter this black hole, after the black hole is the Seven Tribulations where Wang Dalong is located, you must complete all the levels as quickly as possible, otherwise, you can't change the set level strength of the Seven Tribulations Level, after passing through, you will directly wait for Wang Dalong to come back, remember that the speed must be fast, I can't hold on for too long, it is too laborious to insist on opening the black hole of the Seven Tribulations level. ”

The fisherman seems to be overused because of the vitality, and the bruises on his face erupt, although this looks very embarrassing, but it is obvious that everything is still in the control of the fisherman, after all, his vitality comes from the Yuanqi River, and the strength is not as simple as it seems on the surface.

"Well, Uncle Fisherman, you have controlled it, and I will rush into the black hole now!"

Lin Kai nodded, although he was very worried about whether the fisherman uncle would not be able to hold on, but he still had to bite the bullet and enter, after all, Wang Dalong was trapped inside now, and he couldn't worry about it outside, after all, it was not a matter to keep consuming like this.

"Ahh

Lin Kai burst out with the only remaining vitality power in his body, rushing into the black hole with a rush of brains, feeling that his limbs were being bitten by countless insects, which was an indescribable pain, and at the same time as countless insects biting and feeling, Lin Kai felt that his limbs were implicated by a powerful force, and all the vitality power around his body was escaping outward, because now the power in the black hole was far beyond Lin Kai's tolerance.

"Whew, this is ...... Seven Tribulation Levels?Intelligence, physical strength, vitality, reaction, mind, luck, perseverance, sure enough, there are really a total of seven levels, if this is the Seven Tribulations where Wang Dalong is, then it seems that Wang Dalong should be after the seven levels, I hope to be able to rush through these seven levels as soon as possible, although the Seven Tribulations level is now very stable, but after all, now the fisherman Uncle has been controlling the black hole outside, once the black hole fails, then it is very likely that there will be an accident. ”

Lin Kai's footsteps didn't know what was going on, it seemed to have been slowed down several times, and he slowly came to the entrance of the level of intelligence, the door slowly opened, and the floor under Lin Kai's feet began to move continuously into the level of intelligence, and Lin Kai felt that he was almost fixed on the floor now, that is to say, the moment Lin Kai stepped on the floor, there was no chance to give up entering the level again, and he had to pass this level.

"Since it's a test of intelligence, I think I should be able to pass, after all, Wang Dalong's stupid can pass, let alone me!"

Lin Kai clenched his fists, and his heart, which was still a little flustered, became calm again, and he was full of confidence again, he was much smarter than Wang Dalong, and he would definitely be able to pass this first level of intelligence.

"Welcome to the intelligence level! The following is directly detected by the detector, and if you meet the standard, you will pass, and if you don't meet the standard, you will be punished. ”

Soon, a little light appeared in the endless darkness, and the light gradually lengthened, and instantly swept past Lin Kai's body, which caught Lin Kai off guard, but he didn't expect the speed of this intelligence test to be so fast.

"Congratulations on passing, let's move on to the second level......"

Lin Kai was a little lost in the circle, he didn't know what was going on, so he swept the light and passed? This is simply too fake, I can't even believe it, no wonder the fisherman said that the speed of passing the Seven Tribulation Levels is very fast, it turns out that the Seven Tribulation Levels are so simple.

"The next test is physical strength, so keep running until you pass. ”

This level made Lin Kai speechless, and he had to keep running until he passed, how long would it take to pass?

Sure enough, Lin Kai came to a track, and Lin Kai's body kept running on the track autonomously, and the speed was getting faster and faster, except for a little light running on the track, the rest of the place was dark, so Lin Kai could only run aimlessly in the darkness so far, until the strange voice said through.

A bag of wandering, a long-lost I don't know. When you start to walk with it on your back, you are destined to have a different mentality than those who are happy to be quiet and lonely. Because it is usually travel that gives you a sense of enjoyment and a sense of transcendence in wandering. And youth, in the end, is only hidden outside those sense of enjoyment and transcendence.

Youth shines only when traveling. When you really fulfill this practice, when you really sit on the winding journey of 10,000 books, you will know that the once naïve you are actually gone, because youth has come.

In the imagination of the ancients, they seemed to be very fond of traveling, which can be more or less read from some ancient texts. However, travel is travel, and we are called it after all. The real travel of the ancients must not have been easy, and we can more often realistically call it "wandering travel".

The arrogant Li Taibai used to read on the wall, whether he had read thousands of volumes of poetry and books we don't know, we only know that the poet is very smart, he has the title of poet immortal. So he was even clamoring to himself, he had read 10,000 books. It is precisely this kind of clamor that makes his young belief in "going to the country with a sword, leaving his relatives and traveling far away" become so proud. No wonder, with his character, he sang the poem "Look up to the sky and laugh and go out, how can my generation be a Penghao person", what a natural thing it is.

Du Zimei, who came later, did not have the romance and chic of Li Taibai. I was thinking that Du Zimei must be too worried, he had read all the poetry books so thoroughly that he couldn't tolerate even the slightest unsatisfactory thing in his heart. So when he saw the unbridled Tang Dynasty in the past, from prosperity to decline, Du Da poet would be so sad for so long and so deeply. Du poet also walked through a lot of mountains and rivers when he was young, and the young poet also left his own beautiful witty words and good news in that warm and splendid land; In fact, Du Shishi spent his entire life in wandering. Perhaps the poet has read poetry books when he is wandering, and he also needs to quote scriptures and classics when he is like a literati, and occasionally borrowing ancient books to vent or sigh is the poet's specialty: or perhaps, the poet has never read poetry books, and he is better at using his own unique words to comfort himself and wash others. Therefore, the poems of Du Da poets are not only wandering poems, but also poems in history!

The journey of youth is so ingenious and so bizarre, glued together with wandering, with travel, and with books. Too often, I've been in that travel and book for a long time. It's just that in that trip and in the book, I can't find Li Taibai, and I can't find Du Zimei.

When I think about the relationship between my youth and wandering, I am often confused. My wanderings are not up to me, and my youth is also deviating from the journey it should be.

I think that in many places and many times, my youth was wandering, doing meaningless wandering. Because many times, I don't know what it means to be wandering and what it means to be stable. Maybe the habit of wandering for a long time is called stability, and perhaps, the habit of being stable for a long time is also called wandering.

Walking on the old camphor street along the construction road, it is easy to forget the vague moment of the year. It's as if the city's April and May changes have nothing to do with me, I'm just a beggar in April and an outcast in May. There is no sunshine in April and no rain in May. Wandering does not leave, and youth does not come.

I love walking alone on the streets of the city. There is more to the streets than in the streets, and it's important to remember that wandering is the main theme of the city.

I also like the slightly cold feeling of drifting, the moment when the yellow leaves of the morning swirl and fall from the branches. The leaves, the big trees, are not arrogant or impetuous, and it seems that all the coldness is scattered by the scattered leaves. A lot of people know that it's not the dispersion of leaves, and I know it.

You can relax that drift, and of course you can oppress that drift. The lightness and oppressive feelings of this world belong to you alone, whether you are many or small. When you are in a group, you can wander, and of course when you are alone, you can also taste poetry and books.

Youth is like this, both quietly and openly, and it is related to wandering, poetry and books.

The role of travel in this month of April is green, and there is so much green in April that is delicately rendered in the blue color of travel. The youth of April is also dyed with a green color of hope, and I like to hold a page of old white paper in the light of green hope, and look at the dark words, the wrinkled curly corners, and circle after circle.

Books are often amorous, more amorous than youth. Although the morning and dusk are sad, it is enough to go on a blind date.

The amorous nature of the book seems to be a bit widowed, a little affectionate, and in many cases, I just look at the book stupidly. I don't know where the warm and cold stubborn words related to wandering, youth, and travel that I can't understand come from. Words are in cold scrolls, but in the hearts of hot people.

One afternoon many years ago, I read a book repeatedly in a stuffy environment, and it was reading without purpose or mood; Then many years later, when I saw that book again, I didn't remember a single thing related to that book; All I know is that I have a stomach full of bitter water sprinkled in my memories outside of that book.

The feeling of studying behind closed doors is not friendly after all, it is like a stubborn person who is the enemy of the whole world. Generally, people who study behind closed doors are also people who study hard and persevere, such as Kuang Heng and Sun Jing. To a large extent, their youth has been reduced to the hidden door.

That Kuang Heng is said to have borrowed light from the wall, and I can't imagine what kind of psychology a person who grew up in such a depressing environment would have to face his journey after becoming famous. Perhaps, Kuang Heng will only have "books" in his future journey; What a sad thing that must be.

Youth, travel, and poetry and books are inexplicably involved. When I am quiet, I like to think about these things that have passed in my life for a long time, they are like residual smoke clouds, a little ostentatious, a little fanciful, a little comfortable; But they are all completely floating away, when I have no intention of staying, when I am not shocked; They are always light and obedient to attract me who has long since abandoned the faint style.

Youth is far away, and I have already heard you speak; The journey is far away, and I can see it in the shallow floating picture; All I have now is the lonely poetry book that I still remember in my heart.

Think about Li Taibai, think about Du Zimei, I think they always pass so long. However, after all, they still left us poems and books, and left us infinite rivers and mountains scenery. I can't see their youthful youth, I only know that those glorious poems and strong poetic feelings that have been handed down for thousands of years.

I love to read Li Taibai's poetry, and of course I also like to read Du Zimei's poetry. In the traditional aesthetic value, the poems of Li Taibai and Du Zimei are indiscriminate. Li Taibai has Li Taibai's lofty and elegant, and Du Zimei has Du Zimei's depression and profundity. All the people who love to read will not distinguish them very thoroughly, but I still can't help but add the word "travel" to their poetry.

I remember that Du Zimei sang well in a poem, saying, "You must indulge in wine when you sing during the day, and return to your hometown with youth." He also said in another poem: "The dew is white tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming." And from this, it can probably be distinguished, the character of a poet, the characteristics of a poetic style. The great poet is writing poems with an artistic conception that every ordinary person can understand, which is the most flamboyant and gorgeous sentence in his youth.

But in the end, thousands of years later, we are not great poets, nor do we have the kind of agile and intellectual, sentimental and sentimental that great poets should have; We are just ordinary people, so ordinary that sometimes we can't even remember the glorious youth of our own people.

Our youth is ultimately gone, but we cannot remember it completely; Some stories develop like this, there is no answer, and the answer will never be found.

Youth is sometimes not about time, it's about place, it's about the right time and the right people. For example, those ephemeral memories, ephemeral landscapes, and ephemeral passers-by who grew up in the glory of youth.

In many accidental reincarnations of fate, we can't actually do anything. It's like we can't write those beautiful poems, and we can't do the things of sages like Kuang Heng. What we can do may just be to read a book and take a journey. However, it is these simple and simple things that we are fulfilling with the time of our lives.

It was at a young age that we began to fulfill the landscapes we loved, and we learned them day by day when we were weak. We began to read, we began to travel, and finally we began to use reading and travel to record what we once cherished the most - youth!

3000 Words Essay on Youth II:

Youth, seventeen strokes, broadly refers to the magnificent time of youth; It is also used as a metaphor for the rejuvenation of a century-old factory; refers to the age of teenagers and young adults; In spring, the grass and trees are lush and green colored, so spring is called youth.

I don't want to use flowery rhetoric to describe youth, nor do I use colorful brushes to depict youth.

Youth is the most beautiful scenery in life and the most sincere memory in life. Youth must be like the rising sun in May, full of vitality; It must also be like a new sprout that breaks the ground, full of life, and more like a jubilant stream, flowing with our joy. Youth is a blazing torch, youth is a bright night sky, in the long season of youth, we have been trying to run forward.

At this time, we are at this delicate age like flowers and bones, and there is a deep innocence between our eyebrows. The clean and pure smile reveals the innocence of youth; Sometimes we pretend to meditate, as if we have seen through the world, but the immaturity between the eyebrows cannot be compared with those who have experienced countless winds and waves.

At this time, we love to chase the brilliant sun; Love to explore the mysteries of nature; Love fantasy aliens and the magic of flying saucers; love the writings of Jin Yong and Sanmao; But we love to look forward to tomorrow more, and we love to look forward to the future even more. When we are young, we all have a rose-colored dream hidden in our hearts; When we are young, we all learn to walk in style, leaving a magnificent sunrise for our youth.