Once upon a time, an elderly North American Chequiro taught his children and grandchildren what he thought was the true meaning of life.

The old man said that deep down in his heart, there had always been a fierce battle.

The battle unfolded between two ferocious divine beasts.

A mythical beast is evil, it represents fear, anger, sorrow, remorse, greed, arrogance, self-pity, resentment, lies, inferiority, pride, selfishness, infidelity, all these are the source of its strength.

A mythical beast is kind, it represents joy, peace, duty, kindness, contentment, compassion, kindness, tolerance, sincerity, love, humility, generosity, loyalty, all these are the source of its strength.

The old man told his children and grandchildren that the same battle took place in the depths of their hearts, and also in the hearts of all people in this world.

The old man's descendants were silent after hearing this story, and they were all thinking about the same question, which divine beast could win?

Compared with the debate between the original good and the evil of human nature, the old man gave a better answer.

Because he has experienced the world, he is better able to see through all of this. When the children asked him, who would win?

The old man calmly told his children and grandchildren: the one you fed him.

Perhaps at the beginning, people have good and evil, and when they grow up, whether they become a good person or an evil person depends entirely on what kind of education and influence they were exposed to when they were young.

Of course, no matter what kind of feeding, when people grow up, they will always encounter the choice of "one thought of heaven and one thought of hell", which is unavoidable, because this society is so complicated.

There is no way to change it, everything in the world is like this, but there must be a cause and an effect, good and good will be rewarded with evil and evil things are staged every day, the good of one thought will create the cause of heaven, and the evil of one thought will bear the fruit of hell.

If a person can read the light at all times, then he is living in heaven.

If a person thinks about darkness all the time, let alone what will happen when he dies, he is also living in hell.

It's like light and darkness will always exist in this world at the same time, and everyone has to make a choice.

Although Chen Yuyue's words were trying to ease the atmosphere, in the end, he was reminding Chai Badou, hoping that Chai Badou would not fall into hell because of that thought.

Chai Badou knew Chen Yuyue too well, how could he not know the meaning of his words.

"There is no light without darkness. Chai Badou joked: "If people all over the world abandon the darkness and turn to the light, there will really be no light." ”

"Brother Badou, your theory is a bit incorrect, even if there is no darkness, there is no darkness, there will still be light, as long as there is a shadow, it can bring out the light, and the shadow is not dark. Ye Xiaoyao heard Chai Badou's words, and couldn't help but interject.

"But I have heard the saying that the dirt on the body of every sinful person falls one after another, and condenses into a black scab, and that thing is a shadow. Chai Badou smiled.

"I don't dare to bow my head when you say it. Ye Xiaoyao looked down at his shadow: "I don't have so many evils, why do I still have a shadow?"

"Don't listen to Brother Badou's nonsense, the shadow is just a shadow, and where there is a shadow, it means that there is light in front of you, which is a good thing. Zhao Weitong can always say comforting words: "If one day you have no shadow, then it proves that you are completely in the dark, and that is the really terrible time." Some people are too hypocritical, saying that their shadow is like their own sadness overflowing on the ground, and I really don't know what those people think. ”

Ye Xuefu nodded calmly: "Weitong's words are very reasonable." ”

"It's a beautiful existence, think of the poems we all memorize. Zhao Weitong continued: "When is the bright moon, ask Qingtian for wine." I don't know the heavenly palace, what year is tonight, I want to go back by the wind, and I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, the height is not cold, dance to figure out the shadow, how it seems to be in the world...... How beautiful. ”

Chen Yuyue looked at Zhao Weitong with a smile, what a bright girl this is.

"Yes, dance to figure out the shadow, how it seems to be in the world. Ye Xuefu nodded frequently, she had always admired Zhao Weitong, and sometimes, she even thought that if the goblin could be as perfect as Zhao Weitong, it would be amazing.

But this kind of thought is just an idea, for Ye Xuefu, no one is more important than her own sister, no matter what Ye Xiaoyao is, it is her relatives and her only.

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio. The moon does not drink, and the shadow disciples follow me. Temporarily accompanied by the moon will be shadowed, and the joy must be spring. I sing and wander, and I dance in a mess. When they wake up, they mingle together, and when they get drunk, they disperse. Eternal knot ruthless travel, phase Miao Yunhan. Chen Yuyue chanted one of the poems written by Li Bai when he was drunk, and at the same time picked up the wine glass and brought the wine: "Come on, a toast to the beautiful poems of the great poet fairy, although we are not drinking alone." ”

Du Powu immediately picked up his wine glass in response, a stout man, looking at Chen Yuyue with admiration on his face, he was extremely proud in his heart, and his expression was full of expressions: See, this is my third brother, my third brother is so educated!

Everyone toasted with respect for Li Bai, and they had to admire, they could still write this kind of poetry that has been passed down through the ages when they are drunk, and a genius is a genius.

With the poetic beginnings of Zhao Weitong and Chen Yuyue, everyone spent two poems one by one, which can be matched with the poems at this time today.

Even Du Powu, who doesn't talk much on weekdays, holds back a song of green trees and thick summer days, the reflection of the building into the pond, the water spirit curtain moves and the breeze rises, and the courtyard is full of roses.

In the end, there was only one Lin Qi left who did not participate.

It's not that Lin Qi doesn't want to participate, but that he has read so many novels since he was a child and that they are modern online novels, where have he read any Tang poems and Song lyrics.

As the saying goes, books are hated less when they are used.

In the past, Lin Qi thought that reading was useless, but now he thinks that reading is very useful, at least he will not lose face, everyone is singing poems one by one, even the "stupid big man" Du Powu in his mind can recite a poem, he can't recite a bright moonlight in front of the bed, right? That would be too embarrassing.

Lin Qi could only pretend that he was okay and didn't accept this stubble, no matter how good the others said, he didn't hear anything, and honestly squatted on his seat to eat hot pot.

When the literati chanted, uneducated people were really a headache, anyway, the poems they said were basically something that Lin Qi had never heard.

It was at this time that Lin Qi secretly made up his mind that he would not go out to play tomorrow weekend, and went directly to the school library, where he would spend a month memorizing all 300 Tang poems and Song lyrics.

At this time, Lin Qi could only secretly rejoice that Bi Ying was not there, and he didn't see his embarrassing appearance.