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The author forgot about his sorrows

This begins with a story about the truth and falsehood of the world, right and wrong, like a dream, and it is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info story is all fictional, all the place names, the names of things, and the names of people in the text are purely coincidental, please do not sit in the right number.

First of all, please look at the set poem, the title: The Philosophy of Art in Mathematics and Physics (The Klein Bottle of Life and the McBius Ring)

Memories intercepted from the courtyard,

Time and space flow around us.

Between the real and the unreal,

Wait for eternity.

The tranquility of the vines,

Starlight staggers and drains shadows.

Flowers and fruits, earth and roots,

Reality and reality are accompanied by mental perception.

Longing for folding tearful eyes and looking at the rainbow,

Time passes, and it is boring and not understood.

Alternately confused about where to belong,

Lovers are sad about parting, gains and losses.

Day and night blend and repeat,

The dimness radiates brilliance in the brightness.

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The breeze has been blowing on the edge of the clouds.

The bright aura drifts into streamers and spots,

The trembling brilliance in the beauty of the floating coordinates.

The dark paths spread over the stone walls of the years,

The string dispersion entropy field can be converted into a brilliant spiral.

Ladies and gentlemen, some people say that the world is a stage, and I say that the world is a gambling table. No one can escape it, and they have been on the gambling table since birth. It's not about gold and silver here, it's just about life. Come on! Bet! The lost flesh and blood splattered, and the flat black hair turned into snow. The gambling game changes and thinks it is a success, but in a blink of an eye, it turns out to be a virtual dream. Regretting beating his chest and staggering, he was in tears. Sorrowful and tearful eyes, I can hear the cry in my ear, come! Bet! Whether you want to or not! Come! Bet! Will you bet on an instant or a decade this time?

Killer whales

An adult Antarctic killer whale swims leisurely along the bone-chilling Antarctic current. The bright moonlight shimmered through the sparkling sea, casting shimmering rays of light on its huge young and muscular body. Sometimes it is like lightning, and sometimes it is converging into layers of optical networks. This is the twenty-sixth time it has followed a pod of whales into this water. Since childhood, adult whales have been constantly warned that whales should never come near the shore of an isolated island in this water. This aroused the curiosity of the young killer whale even more. So, today, taking the opportunity of everyone to sleep, I quietly slipped out of the habitat 100 kilometers away from the coast of this mysterious isolated island and approached the coast. It was still about 40 kilometers from the shore, and inexplicable fear forced it to instinctively slow down until it stopped and cautiously looked around. At least three large schools of fish within a nautical mile are making their own unique noises, but none of them can arouse any of its hunting interest. Despite two hours of rapid swimming for more than 60 kilometers, it was not the exertion that slowed down the absolute powerhouse of the ocean, but the instinctive feeling of an inexplicable fear of pressure. This feeling of oppression is similar to what it felt when he was a juvenile and hunted a new adult great white shark for the first time with a pod of whales. At that time, the bloody fighting scene is still fresh in my memory. The whales continued to launch a brave impact on the great white shark, the great white shark fiercely counterattacked, and the desperate fight of both sides produced a huge impact force in the sea more than ten meters high, and the thunderous sound could be heard dozens of nautical miles away. The rolling sea water was stained scarlet by the blood gushing out of the injured on both sides, and finally the oldest killer whale in the whale group used its huge body to hit the giant mouth of the great white shark up to 3 meters long, and the killer whale group took the opportunity to rush up and instantly disemboweled the great white shark, leaving only the corpse of the old killer whale and the skeleton of the great white shark that was torn off the sea in less than half an hour. Through the scarlet waters, watching the pink and white skeleton slowly sink into the deep seabed, the young killer whale has left an eternal black shadow of death in his heart.

This overlord of the ocean is swimming slowly and alone in the vast sea at the moment. A great curiosity suppressed an instinctive sense of fear. It inhaled deeply to fill its lungs with enough air, and floated quietly on the surface of the sea, carefully depressing its tail fin to prevent it from coming to the surface, only to show its huge head and begin to float while cautiously continuing to swim slowly towards the island.

I remember that the night sky was still clear and cloudless when I was 40 kilometers away from the shore, and I swam forward for another 5~6 kilometers, and suddenly a thick fog appeared in front of me. When the killer whale looked back, it seemed that there was a clear boundary in the fog on the surface of the sea, and the closer to the shore, the thicker the fog became. The young killer whale swam more than 20 kilometers forward, silently in all directions. However, it was this extreme silence that made the young killer whale even more uneasy. Usually the ocean is full of endless hustle and bustle, the melodious song of blue whales thousands of miles away, and the release of hammerhead sharks hundreds of miles away. The sound of electromagnetic waves, and the sound of several schools of fish swimming dozens of kilometers away suddenly disappeared at this time. Even the creaking sound of the currents flowing on the offshore seabed was gone, and the seaweed on the seabed less than fifty meters deep remained motionless. There was no living thing here except seaweed, not to mention fish and shrimp, not even shells, and there was only a death-like silence in all directions. There is no wind on the surface of the sea, and there are no waves in the sea. The calm sea is like a frozen ice. The thick fog on the sea in front of us obscured the sky and the sun, and it was as if it were a substance. The killer whale shook its tail fin slightly, sweeping away the uneasiness that haunted its heart, rejecting the fear that instinct was surging strongly. With his magnetic pole navigation, he continued to swim about two kilometers towards the coast. The keen nasal sonar senses the rising seabed less than 15 meters above the surface. Shortly before that, his tail fin had touched the soft sand of the seabed. A shiny white bright spot like a meteor streaked through the dense fog caught the attention of killer whales. The next surprise for the killer whales was even greater. A large number of white stars flew out of nowhere in the clouds and mist and flew to the shore, and at the same time, like a blue whale spewing foam out of the seawater, a large number of blue bright points of light poured out into the air, and together with the white bright stars in the sky, they converged to a certain point on the shore. The fog suddenly surged and countless bright stars converged into a huge ball of light, and the fog on the sea surface was swept away, and the sea and air appeared exceptionally clear, and a shining blue pegasus appeared on the sea. That's the last thing killer whales see. Without warning, the sea suddenly lost its buoyancy against the killer whale, which felt like it had jumped out of the sea and rushed back into the ocean, and fell headlong to the seabed. The huge weight directly pushes away the thick seaweed, smashing through the soft fine sand. There was still sea water around, but no matter how much the killer whales struggled, they struggled in vain at the bottom of the sea, unable to swim or surface to breathe. For the first time in its life, the panicked killer whale felt so close to death. Fortunately, the lungs were full of air, and at least for 20 minutes, they did not drown. The killer whales struggled towards the depths of the sea in an attempt to swim back to their familiar sea. However, the huge weight of nearly 2,000 kilograms lost the buoyancy of the seawater, and could only sink deep into the seabed and be smashed out of the huge crater. Ten minutes away, the exhausted killer whale has given up the struggle in despair, spewing huge bubbles from its nose, ready to accept the final moment.

Suddenly, the sea parted from the body, and a crystal blue pegasus flew through the air, and then rushed towards the killer whales buried in the bunkers on the seabed. The killer whale felt a bone-piercing pain in a large patch of skin on its back, and then its body flew into the air with a sudden sudden. The killer whale saw in horror a black figure faintly on the shore of the island. I saw that the man waved his hands, and the killer whale was like foam on the sea surface in a strong wind, whistling and being swept away by a hurricane into the deep space of the sea. Before the killer whales could react, let alone figure out what was happening, they saw snow-white spray on the sea not far ahead. It knew it was its own group of killer whales leaping out of the sea to find it, and the sound of the waves called to it. At this moment, the young killer whale fell from nearly 20 meters in the air, and the powerful impact hit the waves as high as three stories high.

Next, the killer whale found itself in its own whale family, and instead of accusing it of leaving the group alone, the older killer whale told it in a sad whale song that on its dark back there was the mark of a white unicorn. The killer whale began to respond with a deep whale song, recounting an experience in the sea. Finally, sing with the older killer whales and end an adventure saga with the motto "Don't approach this island" that has been sung for generations.

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