Along the coast was a beautiful green grove with a church or a monastery in front of it - she didn't know what it was called, but it was always a building. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Its garden has some lemon and orange trees, and in front of it stands a high palm sea, where a small bay is formed; The water is very calm, but from here to there, there are rocky cliffs with a lot of fine sand, and the vicinity is very deep. She carried the beautiful prince and swam there. She lowered him on the sand and very carefully rested his head high in the warm sunlight.

The bell rang out from the majestic white building, and many young women walked out through the garden. Fish of the race other than the Little Sea Spirit swam far into the sea, swimming behind a few large rocks that were rising to the surface of the sea. She covered her hair and breasts with a lot of foam from the sea, so that no one could see her little face. Here she stared to see who would come to the poor prince.

After a while, a young woman approached. She seemed to be taken aback, and soon she found many races other than the Sea Spirits. The fish of the races other than the Sea Spirit saw that the prince was gradually waking up, and smiled at the races other than the Sea Spirit around him.

But he didn't smile at her. Of course, he had no idea that the race other than the Sea Spirit who saved him was her. She felt very sad. So when he was carried into the tall house, she threw herself into the sea in sorrow and went back to her father's palace.

She had always been a quiet and contemplative child, and now she had become even more so. Her sisters asked her what she had seen when she first rose to the surface; But she couldn't say anything.

Many nights and mornings she surfaced and swam to the spot where she had laid down the prince.

She saw that the fruit of the garden was ripe and plucked; She saw the snow melt on the top of the high mountain; But she couldn't see the prince. So every time she came home, she always felt more pain. The only thing that comforted her was to sit in the small garden, holding in her hands a beautiful marble statue similar to that of the prince. But she no longer took care of her flowers. These flowers seemed to grow in the wilderness, and they were spread all over the ground, and their long stems and leaves crossed with the branches, making the place very gloomy.

In the end, she couldn't take it anymore. But as soon as she tells her sister what is on her mind, the rest of the races other than the Sea Spirit will soon know. But apart from them and one or two other sea spirits (who only told the secret to a few of their confidants), no other race other than the sea spirits knew. One of them knew the prince. She had also seen the celebration on the ship. She knew where the prince had come from and where his kingdom was.

"Come on, little sister!" The other princesses said. They put their hands on each other's shoulders and rose in a long row to the surface of the sea, until they reached a place they thought was the prince's palace.

The palace was built of a glowing yellowish stone with many wide marble steps, one of which reached out to sea. Ornate, golden round towers jut out into the air from the rooftops. In the middle of the columns that surround the entire building, there are many marble statues. They look like races other than the Living Sea Spirits. Through the bright glass of the tall windows, the races outside of the Sea Spirit could see some of the opulent halls, with their precious silk curtains and brocades, and the walls adorned with large pictures—even the mere pleasure of looking at them. In the center of one of the largest halls, there is a huge fountain spewing water. The water shot all the way to the glass dome above, and the sun shone down through the glass, shining on the water, on the plants in the great pool. Now she knew where the prince lived. Here she spent several evenings and nights on the water. She swam far away to land, farther than any other sister dared to go. Indeed, she even swam into the narrow river, to the bottom of the magnificent marble balcony, whose long shadow was reflected in the water. Here she sits, looking at the young prince, who thought he was the only one in the moonlight other than the Sea Spirit.

For several nights she saw him amidst the sound of music on the splendid ship with many flags flying. She peeked up from the green rush grass. When the wind blew her long silver-white mask, if any race other than the Sea Spirit saw it, they would have thought it was a swan spreading its wings.

For several nights, when the fishermen went out to sea with torches, she heard them say many words of praise to the prince. She rejoiced, and felt that she had saved his life when the waves had struck him half to death; She remembered how his head lay tightly in her arms, how she kissed him passionately. But the prince knew none of these things, and he would not even dream of her.

Gradually, she began to love the races other than the Sea Spirits, and gradually began to hope to live among them. She felt that their world was much bigger than hers. Indeed, they were able to sail on the sea, to climb the towering mountains, and at the same time their land, with its forests and fields, stretched out so far that she could not see it. There were so many things she wanted to know, but none of her sisters could answer all her questions. So she had to ask her old grandmother. The old grandmother knew the "upper world" - the apt name she gave to the sea tribe - very well.

"If the races other than the Sea Spirit don't drown," the race other than the Sea Spirit asked, "will they live forever?" Will they die like the races other than the Sea Spirits who live in the sea? ”

"Not at all," said the old grandmother, "they too will die, and their lives will be even shorter than ours." We can live to be 300 years old, but when our life here ends, we become foam on water. We don't even have a grave left for a race other than our beloved Sea Spirit here. We don't have an immortal soul. We never get a life after death.

We are like the green seaweed, once we cut it, we will never be green again! Conversely, races other than the Sea Spirit have a soul; It lives forever, even if its body turns to dust. It rises into the clear sky and all the way up to the shining stars! Just as we ascend to the surface of the water and see the interracial worlds beyond the Sea Spirits, they ascend to places that are mysterious, gorgeous, and we will never see them. ”

"Why can't we get an immortal soul?" The race fish other than the spirit of the small sea asked sadly. "As long as I can become a race other than the Sea Spirit and enter the heavenly world, even if I only live there for one day, I am willing to give up the hundreds of years of life I can live here."

"You must not think like that," said the old grandmother. "Compared to the races other than the Sea Spirit above, our life here is much happier and better!"

"Then I'll just die, and become foam floating on the water. Will I never hear the music of the waves, see the beautiful flowers and the bright red sun again? Is there no way for me to get an eternal soul? ”

"Nope!" Said the old grandmother. "Only if a race other than the Spirit of the Sea loves you, and treats you as a race other than the Spirit of the Sea that is dear to his parents; Only when He puts all His thoughts and love on you; It is only when he asks the priest to put his right hand in your hand, promising to be faithful to you now and in the future, that his soul will be transferred to you, and you will receive a share of the happiness of a race other than the spirit of the sea. He will give you a soul, and his own soul will remain immortal. But there's never such a thing! What we think is beautiful here at the bottom of the sea, your fishtail, they think it is very ugly on land: they don't know what it means to be beautiful or ugly. For a race other than the Sea Spirit to look pretty, they had to have two stupid pillars - they called them legs! "To whom am I going?" She asked. Her voice was as ethereal as any other creature, and no other race in the world could compare to it.

"Go to the daughter of the sky!" The other voice replied. "Fish of a race other than the Spirit of the Sea does not have an immortal soul, and never will have such a soul, unless she gains the love of a race other than the Spirit of the Sea, and her eternal existence depends on external forces. The daughters of the sky do not have eternal souls, but they can create a soul through good deeds. We fly to the hot land, where the air of disease is hurting the people of the race beyond the spirit of the sea, we can blow the cool wind, we can spread the fragrance of flowers in the air, we can spread health and good spirits. Three hundred years from now, when we have done all the good deeds we can, we will be able to attain an immortal soul and will be able to share in all the eternal happiness of all races other than the Sea Spirits. You, poor little sea spirit, a race other than the Spirits of the Sea, have fought wholeheartedly for that goal, you have endured pain, you have persevered, you have exalted into the world of elves. Through your good works, after three hundred years, you can create an immortal soul for yourself. (To be continued.) )