On every road to survival, joy is often accompanied by tears, and success is often accompanied by setbacks. In the face of hardships and ups and downs, only by trekking bravely can we reach the other side of the ideal. And the trek is a journey of hardship, a journey of hope.

The higher you plot the coordinates of the forward, the more you have to pay. Ideals and careers are the driving force of the trek, and sweat and hard work are the magic weapons of the trek. Escaping the hardships of the trek, all you end up with is a cup of bitter wine that is hard to swallow.

On the road of trekking, there are those who succeed, those who retreat, and those who are decadent. The footprints of the successful are solid and steady, and they are not afraid of wind and rain, and they are striding forward. I fell and got up, wiped my tearful cheeks, and walked towards the morning light.

Retreaters regard trekking as a fashion of life, and once they encounter setbacks, they retreat to the hut, leaving behind lifelong regrets.

The decadent also had the glory of the trek, but in the end they regarded the trek as a game of life, did not value the glory obtained from the trek, believed that after giving, they would have to take, and finally the greedy heart occupied the whole soul and fell on the trek.

The trek is an unquenchable torch and a brilliant Beidou, which can temper your strong will and cast your unyielding character.

There is only a beginning and no end to the trek......

After several efforts, the female devil finally fell down and didn't want to get up again. At this point, she finally felt that she was about to become a skeleton on the ground, a sign of death in this unnamed void.

"Get out!" So, her irrepressible anger began to throw herself at Ning Xiao, who was meditating on the side: "You get out of here!" I have given so many sacrifices to that ancient demon, but none of them have made me angry like you, and I will not die a good death!"

"Humph!" Ning Xiao opened his eyes and smiled coldly. "You're embarrassed to say it! Your death here is due to heaven and earth, karma. If it weren't for your greed, I wouldn't be here. ”

"Really?" The female devil smiled coldly. "It's funny, I've killed a lot, and I've never fought with the Celestials. It seems that this time, I am going to appreciate the power of the Heavenly Generals of the God Realm. ”

"Oh, let's try it!" Ning Xiao took out the bone whistle. She loves this object very much, and she always carries it close to her, and rarely puts it in the space for collection. This time, when touching the witchcraft, Ning Xiao instinctively touched it. Sure enough, it was on the chest. When you take it out, you still have your body temperature.

"Huh!" The female demon laughed. "It turns out that you are using music theory as a blade! It's a pity that my mother and I don't know all five tones, and I don't know anything about music theory. Your trick won't work. ”

Ning Xiao ignored her, put the bone whistle to his mouth, and played it.

Life is not the only measure. In the past and present lives, the indestructible traces in reincarnation, the depth and shallowness of fate.

For the reason of the red dust, there is always a little helplessness, gathering and parting, in the snap of the fingers of looking back.

Photograph of his later years, with a serene face. The years remain in my heart, there are always fine wrinkles, this more than half a century of desolation, but I firmly believe that in this life, hardships and dreams go hand in hand.

No one can escape the final end, it is a predestined fate. This journey is a long pavilion and a shorter pavilion, some things are destined to be stories, and some people are destined to be old people.

As soon as I turned around, there was no trace of regret.

"Oh!" At this moment, the female demon head found that the ground under her feet had become soft, and she quickly drowned the exposed bones.

She jumped to her feet, no longer touching the ground. At the same time, she flashed a meniscus knife and slashed straight at Ning Xiao.

Ning Xiao quickly deflected, but the whistle on the side of his mouth continued.

A river, exquisite, clear and holy, surrounds the ancient city. The water of passion, flowing from east to west, is a kind of arrival of meaning.

The ancient city is quiet in the setting sun, and a few uneven stone slabs dim the hustle and bustle of the past and forget the world.

Whether it is praise or sarcasm, it is imprinted with the moss of time and accepts the collision of memory.

Wander through the ferry of history, like the colors of oil paintings, spread on the desolate canvas.

Life is because of encounters, and time and memory are reconciled.

Then, rattan sprouted out of the soft earth and wound the demon's head.

Of course, the female devil's meniscus knife is very powerful. With a wave of his hand, the rattan was cut off by the waist. Unfortunately, rattan also grows rapidly. The front is cut off, and the back is immediately made up, as if it is endless and inexhaustible.

"Justice, you despicable, use all these bad tricks," the witch cried out. "I want you to come over in person and fight with me alone!"

"You've lied to me here," Ning Xiao's mouth moved slightly away from the bone whistle, and he responded in a low voice. "You don't deserve my justice." After speaking, she continued to blow the bone whistle.

The years can make my imagination exist, but life does not have this opportunity, and then I go on the road and I don't know anything about it.

Dynasties change, several rounds of conquest, were brought into the dirt, sealed for thousands of years, waiting for the day when the sun opened and fell back into the universe.

The course of life is a legend, whether it is ordinary or magnificent, there will be a moment when a thousand sails will pass. Just like this, he quietly rested on the branches of the red dust, smiling at the dreams of thousands of generations.

I dance the dusk into a lonely shadow. Every turn is like starting all over again.

Examining my heart countless times may be the only attachment in this life, from history, from the wind and smoke, from the pen and ink albums, to annihilate the legend in my dreams, never leave, never abandon. Only then did I understand the final meaning.

We are all passers-by, we can only be passers-by, life is just the process of the end of the song, just when the end of the scene, some are gratifying, some are bitter.

The full moon, in the face of the indifference and cruelty of the world, did not hesitate to return home.

A leaf of red maple, in the breeze, quietly falls.

The memorial turned into a passion for life and awakened my soul.

I stopped in front of the tombstone and saw that all the movement was frozen. The hills full of wild flowers, the tremor of butterfly wings, and the sound of the wind in the mountain springs.

The way to come and go, a dividing line of yin and yang, through the incomparably vast space.

The tomb grass is green and yellow, yellow and green.

It is the path of the six reincarnations, and the world cannot peek into my Pure Land.

In the Qingming season, a lonely person watches and hears many hearts sad, for the flesh of life, can it become a rainbow in the world?

Time passed the red dust, and the corpse was corrupted into piles of white bones, and after a thousand years, it turned into ashes.

The dry branches fell and the leaves fell all over the ground, and they were deflected by the lonely wind.

Hurt in the fluttering flotsam, don't ask me where I'm from.

Withered in a lonely deserted home overnight, who is still looking for a weeping soul?

In the past life, in the next life, no one can see my way back.

……

"Ahh The female demon finally let out a cry of fear. Because her meniscus could deal with the countless rattans, but not the ground that was so soft that her whole body was about to sink in.

"Justice, you actually use witchcraft?" Suddenly, a thought flashed through the female demon's mind. She shouted. "You are a heavenly general, and you actually used witchcraft to deal with me, you are not worthy of being a heavenly general!"

"The Ancient Demon sent you here," Ning Xiao stopped talking to her in a dumb voice. "I just want you to see what real witchcraft is. Just enjoy it!"

Next, she tossed the bone whistle into the air. Bone Whistle also began to amuse himself. It's just that the music that came out sounded like a life-urging song for her to be damaged by the female devil.

When the fireworks of the funeral are gone, the reincarnation is completed, and there is silence with those mutual friends.

This funeral was different from the previous days, all of them looked solemn and shook hands to express condolences.

Today, not tomorrow's self, in this lonely and calm hill, draw an emoji.

A calm gesture silently expresses unattended, lonely and unfortunate.

Unexpected gathering, all living beings have such a day.

There is no distance between life and death, just like at this moment, they came from the tomb.

The coldness of the body, the warmth of the spirit, the drifting of the soul.

Since then, the specimens recorded in the stone carvings have been a place of rest.

"No, no!" By this time, the soft earth had already submerged the entire body of the female demon, and only her head remained. The female demon screamed in despair. "I don't want to die, I want to live! Justice, I was wrong, please forgive me!"

"Well—I can forgive you," Ning Xiao's voice was as cold as hell as he said this. "But will the creatures you killed forgive you? I guess your husband was killed by you, right? ”

"You-" The female demon was already dumbfounded. "Justice, you are violating justice!"

"A vicious guy like you is more than innocent!" Ning Xiao responded very positively. "This is called Skynet, negligent but not leaky. As the goddess of justice, if I don't destroy you, it will really violate the name of 'justice'. ”

"Justice!" The female devil seems to want to fight again. "I have a treasure to ......"

It's a pity that Ning Xiao has already turned around and ignored her anymore. The bone whistle has also begun its final song.

The end of his life is the most glorious end of the story, only one or two poems were written, and the sadness and obscurity were played with the sound of the flute, drawing a cold and lonely sandbar for himself.

On the soil slope where the burial is buried, half of the lonely spring grass is green, and there is a low sound of wind in the ears, passing through the years.

Raising his head, his eyes followed the line of sight, looking at the Liuzhou City, in that magnificent and extraordinary era, on the mottled ancient city tower, a rich and full painting of fine brushwork, a faction of leveling, calm bearing, leaving a trace of loneliness between the temples.

Hills, every forest, every tree and flower, every drop of dew and clear spring, every ray of sunshine and moonlight. You see that it is quiet, flat, white, the sky is peaceful, and the elegant fragrance follows the nightingale with its singing voice.

Beasts and birds quarrel less, gods and demons fight less, and you can meditate and escape from the hustle and bustle.

Inscription, Life, Death.

The deep spring, the bare trees, and the peach blossoms waiting to bloom on the hills, everything is like a dream.

"Hmm!" The witch had only time to make this sound before she was completely buried in the dirt.

Ning Xiao quietly watched as the place where the female devil was buried was raised into a mound. It's a pity that she still didn't feel at ease, and laid the most severe soul scattering spell. When she was sure that the female demon was the real soul destroyer, she beckoned to let the bone whistle return to her hands.

"It's okay now, it's finally quiet!" Stroking the bone whistle, she whispered faintly.