Primary forests.

Primary forests.

Primary forests.

No matter how many steps you take, you are always in the primeval forest, as if no matter how you walk, you will never be able to walk out of the primeval forest.

Different trees have different breaths. Xiao Xiao is a poet, he sensitively captures the different breaths in the forest, different places, different breaths, Xiao Wrest's heart changes subtly with different places, and these changes, Xiao Wrestling writes into the poem and becomes a good sentence.

There are robbers in the forest, who specialize in robbing those who have valuables on them, leading a horse and robbing your horse, driving a car and robbing your car, this is a robber, robbing what you see.

Xiao Xiao met several robbers with big knives in their hands, blocking the way of Xiao Xiao and the others, and asked them to stay and buy road money. Ma Cha refused, he did not allow anything bad to happen in the beautiful forest.

Ma Cha took out the blue snow fan and knocked several robbers to the ground in three strokes. Those robbers were very fierce, but Ma Cha knocked them down, and divided five by two.

Ma Cha cleared these barricades, and they continued to walk in the primeval forest, which was still beautiful.

Duhong wrote a lot of theories in the middle of the night in the floating country, and those theories, like the sun, shine on the good people and also on the unkind people, and the theory maintains a qiē justice, maintains a qiē goodness, and achieves a qiē fairness. That theory has already had a huge impact on the floating country, and is currently being promoted in the world outside the floating country.

And the horse tea in the forest doesn't seem to be interested in these, he is interested in magic weapons.

Ma Cha has been thinking about some problems recently, and he is thinking: Many people value some things very much, value their own background, value whether their parents are big officials, their own connections, and whether their friends are officials. Person. Valuing a lot of things, when you are a friend of a big official, you are happy, otherwise, you are not so happy. But who's who's who? Essentially. People are independent individuals, and it is difficult for people to understand each other's spirits, and it is very tiring to value those worthless things. Who's who's who's who? Am I glad that the official is my friend?

Ma Cha was thinking again: A person may have such and such questions in his heart, is the official my friend? Am I a friend of the official? These are all very boring things. The most important thing for people to do is to complete themselves, discover their interests, see what kind of person they are, and then go through their lives well. It is a waste of life to think about things that are worthless. All human beings are individuals. Even if God is my uncle, it is useless, and even if God is my uncle, I need to complete the cultivation of this life by myself.

Thinking of this, Ma Cha walked faster towards a tree, which was very thick, and its diameter was a thousand meters. This tree is a kilometer in diameter. There are still more in the primeval forest, and Ma Cha saw this tree. I wanted to bypass the tree and continue walking in the forest. But the tree is really thick, and it is difficult to get around for a while.

They walked along the big tree, and they had to go around to the back of the tree, which had a trunk of a thousand meters in diameter, and they walked slowly. There is no hurry. Then they saw that there were doors and windows in the tree, and they realized that someone had made a house in the tree, and this was a real tree house. In the trunk of this tree, which is a thousand meters in diameter, there is a palace. This is the Great Tree Palace. When Ma Cha and the three poets saw the forest spirits lying on their stomachs in the window, they learned that this was the home of some forest spirits. The palace in the tree is the palace of the forest elves. They came to the house of the forest elves, and this kind of happiness can only be experienced by those who meet the forest elves.

Ma Cha has experienced a lot of things and traveled a lot of roads, similar to him is Xiao Xiao, Xiao Xiao has experienced a lot of things and encountered a lot of things, but the difference is that the things that Xiao Xiao has encountered are all bad things. When Xiao Xiao has no place to sleep, he finds a place to make do with sleep, and when he has nothing to eat, he is hungry, he is a poet, and he has been a hungry poet for a long time.

When Xiao Luo was small, he was a lively child, he had a strong sense of the world, he saw flowers, he liked it very much, and when he saw rain, he liked it very much. If he always experiences good things, his state of mind must be very good, and he must be happy every day.

However, Xiao Xiao grew up to be a poet, and he became a hungry poet. To say that Xiao Xiao is a hungry poet is not to say that he is hungry every day, although he was hungry. The main reason is that Xiao Xiao often encounters some things that make him feel desolate in life. He often encounters things that make him feel bleak in his life. He was no longer a happy child.

There is no doubt that Xiao Xiao is the bottom person. Xiao Xiao is a poet, the poet has a noble spirit, is a spiritual nobleman, he is indeed higher than ordinary people in spirit, his poems are very well written. But Xiao Xiao is a low-level person, often at the bottom of the society to live a life like, such a life ended after he met Xiao Huo, Xiaoice, Xiao Huo, Xiaoice decided to wander with Xiao Xiao, on the way to write poems together, in this way, Xiao Xiao came out of the bottom of the society, into nature, but lived a comfortable and leisure life.

What makes Xiao Xiao even happier is that he met Ma Cha, and Ma Cha regards Xiao Xiao as a very good friend.

With Ma Cha as a friend, Xiao Xiao can walk in the forest well, and is no longer afraid of being killed by some ferocious beast.

Xiao Xiao's father and mother were beaten by soldiers, it was a brutal Tianyi soldier, they beat father and mother, this Xiao Xiao fell in his eyes, he was very young at the time, he saw others beat his parents, he was crying on the side, he was afraid of those soldiers with guns, they were holding white light guns, all of them were very powerful. Why do people beat people? Why do people bully people? Why do people put others to death? Why are some people happy and some people sad when they are also lovely? How many laughter and tears are there in human tragedies and world comedies?

Xiao Xiao is a poet, in the eyes of many people, the poet is a problem, either a mental problem, or a personality problem, in short, a poet is not a normal person.

Xiao Xiao once wanted to take medicine to solve his mental problems, he always wanted to write poetry, and he suspected that it was because of mental problems. It seems that the world doesn't need poets, and Xiao Xiao just writes poetry, and this embarrassment makes him feel that he has a mental problem, and this suspicion of himself makes him feel ashamed, just like some men feel that they are too small and feel ashamed. In fact, there is nothing to be ashamed of, what if you are tall?

The primeval forest is so beautiful, to be able to live in the primeval forest, this is what Xiao Yu dreamed of before, he can't believe that he can really live in the primeval forest. It's really realized, and Xiao Xiao is a little bit unconvinced that it's true.

Many places in the primeval forest are not so fun, and if you are with a fierce beast, you will play with it if you don't play well.

Xiao Xiao is an ambitious person, and he once told himself that no matter what problems he encounters, no matter what desperate situation he is in, he must not be discouraged. The heart cannot be discouraged, and the anger cannot be lost, this is the foundation of life.

Along the way, there are a lot of tigers who want to eat Xiao Whisk, is Xiao Wlet so delicious? Ma Cha killed all those tigers, and the weapon that killed the tigers was his royal blue snow fan.

Xiao fell lost in the primeval forest, he didn't know which side was east and which side was west, which side was south and which side was north. He didn't know where he was going, he walked along the road with blank eyes.

Ma Cha walked away with Xiao Xiao, and Xiao Xiao was followed by two other poets. For so many years, Xiao Xiao has been writing poems, in order to write poems, he went away, in order to write poems, he forgot to sleep and eat, in order to write poems, he was poor. Xiao Xiao is a poet, from a relatively happy poet to a melancholy poet.

Xiao Xiao is such a sad and indignant poet, a poet, is a very decent job, this profession sounds very decent, not cheap at all, but Xiao Xiao feels that he lives a very low life, he is always melancholy, always writes poetry, Xiao Xiao wrote a lot of melancholy poems.

Xiao Xiao fell in the primeval forest and thought: Am I a poet? Am I a poet in this world? Am I a poet that others love? What is a poet? Who am I? Who am I? Who is who?

Xiao Xiao thought, walked, walked, thought. Everywhere he walked, there were many trees, and he didn't know those trees, and he felt that this forest was so strange, strange like another world.

Because the primeval forest is very large, people die here, like a speck of dust falling to the ground, no one will know a person's death, no one will pay attention to a person's death, no one will care about a person's disappearance. If the poet is killed by the animals here, it will be like a speck of dust falling to the ground, which is not worth mentioning.

Whose life is heavier than the mountain? Who is not humble? Which life is lost and the earth is shaking? Which person dies very severely?

Too many people are like dust, and when such people die, they fall like dust to the ground, and gently, life is gone.

There are some tribes in the forest, some tribes drink blood, and there is a habit of cannibalism. The people of the tribe drank blood, and there were poets among them, but the people of the tribe neither ate nor drank poetry, so the poets of the tribe starved to death.

Xiao Xiao did not belong to the poet of the tribe, he was a poet outside the tribe, he came from the forest, came to the forest, saw the tribe, Xiao Xiao learned that there were poets in the tribe who starved to death, and he was very emotional.

There was no wine in the forest, at least Xiao Xiao didn't find it, and he wanted to use it to water the sorrow in his heart. Many poets use alcohol to dispel sorrows, and alcohol anesthetizes people, which can make people escape from reality for a while. Drinking is an escape. Xiao Xiao fled from the vast red dust to the primeval forest, where he wanted to drink for a second escape. Is it really the way to escape?(To be continued......