Games are in the world, and there are games in the world. Life is the big game.

The joys and sorrows of the world are games, and the games of the world have many forms, no matter what the game is, it has its ending. Life is a game, and the end of this game is death.

Many people are very strict, and they are also very strict in doing things, and he has been strict all his life, which is nothing more than a game of strict sù.

What kind of person is Ma Cha? He is very strict in the business of making treasures and buying and selling magic weapons, and the shopping malls are like battlefields, so he can't be sloppy at all. He doesn't talk about business on weekdays, Ma Cha is a hip-hop person, and he is like a child.

This meeting with three poets changed Ma Cha's view of people. Ma Cha has read poems in books, but rarely seen professional poets, the three poets I saw in the primeval forest, opened Ma Cha's eyes, Ma Cha found that people can be like this, poets are different, poets are special people, poets are different people. Ma Cha was really lucky to meet the poet in the forest.

Those three poets were lucky to meet Ma Cha. They saw Ma Cha making a fan, the fan surface was royal blue, the fan bone was white, and the whole fan looked very good. Poets wanted to chant poems, they looked at the fans and chanted poems, and sure enough, they chanted good poems, worthy of being poets.

Ma Cha is blessed, he can hear the psalms on the lonely wanderings, this is a blessing, an absolute blessing.

Doing things in the right way is easy to have the right results, which is a positive result. Those three poets wrote poems in the right way, and the poems they wrote were **.

The world in the eyes of the poets, at least in the eyes of these three poets, is beautiful, and even when they see a pile of dung, they can depict beauty.

What is clear to many people is that there are many things that can be seen with a microscope. They are all stimulating, and when you look at them with a microscope, the paper is uneven, and there are bacteria on the surface of the object, and these are not visible to the naked eye.

The eyes of the poet, the heart of the poet. When they write poems, they don't use a microscope, they just feel the world with a simple heart, their hearts are big enough, and even if there are many injustices in the world, it is beautiful. In the eyes of the poet, in the heart of the poet. Even darkness hides light.

The clothes worn by the three poets are the same, they call the clothes they wear are poetic clothes, the shoes they wear are poetic shoes, and their hearts are poetic hearts.

The three poets play the world, they love poetry, and they love to write poetry in the world.

For this primeval forest, the three poets are full of love. They couldn't tell if they loved the trees or the grass that they had come here. It's just that I feel like I'm already in love.

Ma Cha found a pot next to a tree, this pot was new, the pot was upside down on the ground, whose iron pot belonged to? Ma Cha wondered, of course the three poets did not know whose pot it was.

Ma Cha circled the pot three times, and someone came over. The man said the pot was his. Ma Cha looked at this person, who was Meng Hai? That's right, he was Meng Hai. Why is Meng Hai here? Isn't he leading troops to fight in the Blue Army? Why did he appear here alone?

According to Meng Hai, he came to investigate, and this place is the territory of the Tianyi Star people. Meng Hai infiltrated this place alone to investigate the terrain here, he had learned sketching at school, and he could draw a map of the terrain and landforms he saw, which could be used for combat purposes.

Ma Cha introduced Meng Hai to the three young men next to him, and when Meng Hai learned that they were poets, he shook hands with them in turn.

Meng Hai encouraged the three poets, and all three poets were very polite.

Meng Hai was afraid that someone would find out that he was secretly drawing a map, and when he told people, he only said that he was here for tourism. Seeing Ma Cha, Meng Hai didn't know whether to be with Ma Cha, he was afraid that he would be found drawing a map.

Ma Cha came up with an idea, he plus Meng Hai is two people, two people plus three poets, it is five people, five people can play games, someone asked, it can be said that they came to play games in the primeval forest.

But what kind of game to play? There's nothing to be fun here except for the tree and the grass, and there's nothing to be fun here except for this tree and that tree.

Ma Cha likes to climb trees, so she wants to have fun climbing trees. Ma Cha has no problem climbing trees, he can climb very high, and those three poets can't climb trees, and they don't want to climb trees. If they have to play, they don't want to have fun climbing trees, they want to have fun. Ya's game, they want to play children's poetry and songs.

The game of poetry and song, the three poets are most willing to play, see some landscapes, and then chant poems according to the landscape they see, such a game, the three poets like it the most, as long as there are poems, the three poets can be happy.

The problem comes again, Ma Cha and Meng Hai don't like poetry very much, and it's okay to read poetry occasionally, but it takes an hour or two to chant poetry, and if you can't chant it, you will rub your beard and chant bitterly, so you work hard to chant poetry, Meng Hai is unwilling to do this, and Ma Cha is not willing to do this.

The three poets, whether bitter or sweet, were interested in poetry as long as they could chant poetry. They just want to be with poetry, do things like to do things related to poetry, and make games and games related to poetry. They love poetry, they love poetry to the point of enchanting Cheng dù, and without poetry, they would rather die.

What does the poem say to these three poets? Poetry is the life of a poet.

There is a disagreement here, Ma Cha and Meng Hai want to climb a tree to play, and the three poets want to play with poetry, should they chant poetry or climb trees?

The five of them wanted to play together, and they always had to choose a game to play, and in the end they all decided to climb a tree and chant poetry at the same time.

First of all, Ma Cha climbed the tree, he climbed up, while chanting the poem of the scene, not bad, Ma Cha climbed the tree well, and the poem in his mouth can also summarize his speed of climbing the tree.

Ma Cha climbed to the branch above, and he sat on top of the branch and looked at the three poets below.

The first poet began to climb the tree, and he recited poetry while climbing, and the poetry he chanted was good, but the tree could not climb up, and if poetry was a skill, and climbing a tree was also a skill, then this poet was struggling to climb a tree, but he was very easy in reciting poetry. He climbed a tree and pulled him back.

The second poet then climbed the tree, and he climbed better than the last, but still could not climb it, and after a short climb he slipped down. His poems were beautiful, but he slipped off the trees. He was frustrated because he couldn't climb the tree.

It's time for the third poet, and the third poet tries to climb the tree, and in the process he sings poetry, and his poems are also very good, and he looks more powerful, and he tries to climb up. Climbing relatively high, he wants to climb to a place of more than thirty meters like Ma Cha.

When he climbed to a height of about ten meters, one accidentally missed the tree trunk with his hand, and his body fell, and his back fell heavily to the ground.

Ma Cha on the tree and Meng Hai under the tree were startled, how good is this, Ma Cha immediately got off the tree, Ma Cha, Meng Hai and the other two poets looked at the poet lying on the ground. They all asked the poet if he was okay.

The poet on the ground, fell, fell so hard that he could barely move, and he was humming in pain.

They were going to play a game, and the poet fell, and he fell. But it's important, but fortunately his breathing is still there. His eyes widened, and his body could not move. The poet almost became dead.

Meng Hai tried to pull the poet who had fallen off the tree, but the poet barely moved, and he himself tried to move, and only then did he get up slowly, little by little, and he finally came back to life.

The fallen poet said that he would not play any more games. It's easy to play games and kill people, but he still loves poetry, and he doesn't want to go up trees. The poet who fell from the tree had a name, and Ma Cha called him "Little Fall". Everyone called him "Little Fall".

There are many games in the world, games are entertainment, but sometimes they are also dangerous, and some people die from games of entertainment. This small fall didn't die, he didn't fall to his death, he was still able to walk. The small fall was fallen, which is a bad thing, but there is also a good side, why do you say it is good? Because of his fall, he has a name: small fall.

Xiao Xiao and the two young men walked behind Ma Cha and Meng Hai, they chatted a few times, and they became good friends, they wanted to walk together in the primeval forest, and they could meet in the huge primeval forest, what is not fate? Since they met, they walked together, and since they walked together, they kept going.

There is no way to say that this primeval forest is big, just by walking on the ground with two feet, they may not be able to get out of this forest for a year, this is a big forest, how can they finish it? What's more, there are many lost forests in this forest, and they may walk for a long time, but they walk back to the same place.

Meng Hai has a way to deal with the lost forest, he can discern the direction well, and record the road he has walked, so that if he walks carefully and carefully, it is not easy to get lost in the lost forest.

When Xiao Yu followed the other four people past a black bear, they saw a grave not far from the black bear, and there was a stone tablet on the grave, and the stone tablet had no words, it was bare, and there was nothing. This is very strange, is there no word on the stele? There is not a word on the stele, it is not written, it is not engraved, people see this stele, they don't know who the deceased is? Is it an unsung hero?

The little fell and stepped on a stone, this stone was buried in the soil, he stepped on the stone, and suddenly the fallen leaves on the ground sank, and the five of them all fell into a hole, the hole was very deep, they landed, the hole was very big, the air in the hole was cool, they felt cool and penetrating, and then "plop", "plop", "plop", a few sounds in succession, they all fell into the cold water, the five people tried to open their eyes, they struggled to see the environment here, and finally adapted to the darkness here.

And they threw themselves aside, and there was a shore on that side, and five men came ashore, and was that a white stone? The shore was white. When they came ashore, Ma Cha touched the shore and found that it was a huge white jade, and there was such a big white jade here. There are also treasures like pebbles that glow with a glimmer next to it. In the faint light, they looked at the water that had just fallen in, and the water that had just fallen into it was so clear, and they could see that the water was clear on the shore, and there was a white patch below, and it turned out that the bottom of the water was also white jade. The water is cold, and on the shore, they can still feel the cold water.

What kind of place is this? How can there be such a big white jade in this place, how can there be such cold water? They don't know what kind of place they have come? Is it a tomb? Can they still go out? It's hard to say.

In the primeval forest, there is such a strange place. (To be continued......)