"Got it, got it"

A few cicadas sounded in the middle of the night, it was really an irritable thing, and he couldn't help but complain under the starry sky. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info Under the starlight, he was still busy, because the fire during the day had destroyed everything he had, and he had to work overtime to catch up.

But it was enough for the wind to not leave, and feeling the arrival of the wind, he stopped his movements and lay down, quietly accompanying his favorite wind. The earth is the bed, the sky is the quilt, and the wind is the companion, he is really chic.

After a while, he roared a few more times, and he decided to go to the long-haired monster to talk about today's events, probably saying that talking would not be so uncomfortable, and he used to do this when he was in a bad mood.

He did it when he thought of it, and he didn't hesitate for a moment. After a while, he came to the river, and then crouched down and looked down at the river.

What was it? Where had the monster gone? What he saw in the water was an inexplicable thing, something he had never seen before, but it was a little "pretty", but it didn't matter, what was important was the furry monster?

It must have been a mistake, he quickly rubbed his eyes and looked into the water again, it was still that new creature!

"Roar, roar!" he shouted at the new creature with teeth and claws, where did you hide the monster!

The new creatures in the water didn't answer him, but responded with the same teeth and claws as he did!

"Ahhh

Under the starry night, a strange man covered by a few residual leaves slapped in the water in all kinds of random ways, what did he lose? Why was he so angry? The strange man kept scratching and scratching at the water, and he would yell and scream when he caught it, didn't he know that he was tired? Anyway, the stars were tired, and the night passed, and the light came again.

The light is coming again, hasn't he noticed it on a new day? Isn't he tired or hungry? No, he is always very happy when the light comes again, because this light has accompanied him from the size of a fist to the present, and has grown from the size of a fist to the light that envelops the heavens and the earth like this.

He continued to yell at the new creatures in the water, as if he didn't know the exertion, but the look in his eyes had changed, and there was nothing in his eyes before except a little joy and anger, more often than not, like all animals.

Is this pain, is it sorrow? But how can it be so painful and sad? He yelled at the new creature not with anger, but with begging, begging to give the monster back to him, you see how uncomfortable he is, I say you give the monster back to him.

But instead of responding to him, the "good-looking" new creature showed the same expression as him. He looked at the new creature strangely, and the look in the way he looked at the creature made him very uncomfortable... It's obvious that you snatched the monster, why is it so uncomfortable to look at you?

Emotions that had never existed before began to fill his mind, and he slowly climbed ashore, stopped yelling at the new creatures, and began to cry, the water dripping from his face flowing into his mouth, salty with a bitter taste.

"Tears", he knew this kind of thing for the first time, he was so painful, he felt the pain of loss for the first time, at this moment he understood that it was called loneliness, the monster was gone, there was nothing to talk to him, only I was left.

"Me?", what is this!

"Ahhhh What the hell am I?"

One after another the stars appeared, and they looked at the strange man in amazement, and you saw that the strange man seemed to be in pain, and it was really strange, how could the stars have such thoughts? The wind appeared, and it kept blowing on the strange man, and it was saying to the strange man, "Hey, don't think about it, don't think about it, it's very painful."

"Who am I, what am I??!!!" He was already crazy, because he kept scratching at his body, scratching out bloody scars, the pain irritated him, he still questioned like that, and slowly he rolled into the water again.

This time he didn't go swimming, and probably he forgot to resist, because his whole mind was only thinking about one problem. Slowly, he sank to the bottom of the water, he felt that his body began to heavily, and the feeling of suffocation soon filled his mind, squeezing out the problem in his mind for a while!

The new creature reappeared, gasping for breath as much as he did, and he stepped back in horror, and the new creature took a step back in horror as he did. At this step, all the past repeatedly appeared in his mind, from darkness to light, from the world born of light, the creatures in the world.... Oblivion in the dark, the fear and joy of the first encounter with the light, all of it.... All appeared.

There was a sparkle in his eyes that he had never seen before, and if someone else was there, he would have told him that that light was called thinking. He held out his finger and pointed at the new creature in the water, and the creature also pointed at him, and they spoke at the same time: "You...... You are.... You're me! No, no, no..... No, I'm you?"

At this opening, he jumped up with joy, and kept laughing "hahaha", which was countless times more joy than seeing the light, and shouted while jumping: "The long-haired monster is me, you are me, I am you, I am the long-haired monster!!hahaha, I am you! You are me!hahaha." ”

Who am I, what am I? All things are born of "me",

Because there is a "me" in the mind, and then there is a "me", and with me, everything is born.

The stars of the night looked at him strangely, this neurotic! Fortunately, the shift was changed immediately, otherwise we would probably have broken our brains in a minute. But how can the eternal stars know the existence of "me", and how can they know that thinking about "me" is the most joyful thing in the world, just as pilgrims find themselves worshipping saints.

The stars, all things, even though they exist forever, but you don't have "me", and the eternal you are not as good as thinking for a second when I exist.

He was quiet, and today he was no longer him, because "I" was born, and there was a light of wisdom in his eyes that had never seen before, as if he had seen through everything, and as if he had not seen through everything.

The light came, and the moment the light came, the whole world changed, and nothing remained, only light..... No, it seems that there is still wind, and it will not leave after all.

That fist-sized light had become the whole world, and the world opened its mouth and asked the stranger, "Who are you?"

"I" watched everything change in amazement, and heard the familiar voice, although I don't know where the familiarity came from, maybe because it grew up in his hands: "I am who I am!"

The world spoke again: "No, you are not you! It's better to go back, it's better to go back. ”

"I" was puzzled and asked, "Where are you going?"

The world didn't answer him, he was suddenly sleepy, but he didn't want to sleep like this, and today with "me", all kinds of doubts arise, and this question can't understand how to sleep.

"Sleep, sleep, when you wake up, there will be no vainness, and when you wake up, you will know who I am!"