Mythical dreams

It was a foggy and delicate star twinkling, a paradise for a group of glowing fireflies.

Looking from afar, in the hazy moonlight, slender black shadows are dancing.

The slender waist, round buttocks, slender legs, and the thin skirt are graceful and moving, accompanied by dance steps, gently pouring down the waves, and stroking a pair of small feet.

The moon gradually faded, and under a black hole, the white and tender skin seemed to be sprinkled with a faint light like winter snow.

I want to see her face.

Wake up, there is only one round of moon left.

hallucination

Dreams are always in the hallucinations of the subconscious, and for me, it is a kind of satisfaction.

In a small house built from the garbage of distant centuries, I held a dog and met Chang'e in a dream.

Thankfully, in a world where there are almost no people, I have a dog, no, should I say my partner.

This is a century without the sun, and the last world war of mankind took place in the middle of the last century.

A large number of atomic and chemical weapons have strangled the earth that was once struggling.

Each time accompanied by a thunderclap, the greedy dreams of human beings sublimated the longing of love, and a large number of corpses covered the ruined plains.

Hold the dog tight, hold it tight. In this uninhabited place, the heart is easy to get cold.

Fall in love with love

In the heavenly heavens, above the nine heavens.

I am the god of the sun, my hair is so handsome that I can burn, and although Yi shot my nine brothers, I fell in love with his wife, Chang'e.

In fact, I have never been able to see Chang'e's face clearly, because every subtle part of her body is so charming, so when I look at her, I will always be dazzled.

On the seventh day of July, Yin, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl met. I hid early, so it rained heavily, but the clouds could not cover the two stars in the world.

"Look, the two stars have come together. "The voice of a naïve child in the mortal world.

In fact, in the heavens, they were still far away, and there were only shadows close to the earth.

I thought of E, was she thinking about Yi?

During the day, she always hid in the deep palace of Guanghan, which was desolate and lonely.

I try to shine as bright as I can so that she can feel warm.

When it was night, I would spy on her somewhere she wouldn't notice me.

Being a thief and humbly satisfying the next is another desire.

The fire was burning, reflecting the red sky.

It was the only meeting between the sunset and the late moon.

Night, still sink.

(Note: Chang'e, formerly known as Heng'e in the Western Han Dynasty.) Ancient Chinese mythological figures, because of the avoidance of the name of Liu Heng, the emperor of the Western Han Dynasty, was later renamed Chang'e. For the convenience of readers' reading and comprehension, it is called Chang'e here. ）

The night was cold

No one would understand the loneliness of being alone in this open field, and I was only half alone, the remnants of my body that saved my life, but most of my body was replaced by a metal body activated by a steam device. I'm a disabled person who barely survives, surviving on some junk food.

Gold and banknotes are useless when you're digging through the garbage, and the satisfaction of hunting a squeaky rat pales in comparison to finding a skinny stray dog. Humanity created the civilized world, but it is useless for those who no longer have it.

Combustible substances, an iron pot, and food, that's all I'm living now. Civilization came to an abrupt end.

As I lay on the wasteland by the campfire, watching the smoke rise and the stars flickering in the night sky, is there civilization?

The wind is still caressing every piece of material in this time, waiting for something to change, or to remain the same.

In a world without the sun, the surviving creatures had to evolve themselves.

The trees and flowers are silent in the night, and the hazy green light enchants the endless night.

The "meteor" brushed across the glacier of Anlan, stirring up layers of crystal ice. In the wind, the people who catch the "shooting stars" are transformed into statues.

When the wind gets colder and the living close their eyes, I look out of the abandoned kennel to the ridge in the distance, where dark shadows flutter. It could be the spirits of the ancestors, or it could be the evolved cats who are secretly watching those who sleep with their gold beads open.

They have a golden sparkle in their eyes, which I love.

impressions

The melancholy of longing was revealed on his face, and a sour pain welled up in his heart, hovering on the eighth day of the seventh month.

I heard what seemed to be the wind crying faintly, and I suddenly looked back.

In the month, her eyebrows are so beautiful, like two cold moonlight, full of tenderness.

I frowned, and the cuteness of the weak wind made me horny.

July, a night of obsession.

I thought so much, rushed over and hugged her.

relic

A man lives and needs a woman. It's not just meditation in a narrow world.

I woke up from a dream. Through the cracks in the tent, a blue beam of light pierced down the wind, and I poked my head out of the tent and looked out into the night sky.

On the empty plains, the starry night sky seems to be within reach, as if you are in the vast universe, with sparks sliding around you.

Still, you feel small, and at this time, you wonder, what kind of existence is human and the universe?

I think that the meaning of human life is to survive and reproduce, and if the universe endows a biological intelligence, it will never want to make this biological wisdom a kind of reincarnation, but hopes that the living beings can rely on this wisdom to get rid of reincarnation, and thus save the universe itself. The ignorance in the vast stars is waiting for human beings to explore, and the competition in the narrow space is only cannibalism for human beings. If you want to break free from the cycle of natural reincarnation, you must first conquer the universe.

However, while biological civilization is progressing, it is also pushing itself into new contradictions, all kinds of contradictions will cause disasters, and some disasters will be wiped out.

Nothing in this world lasts forever, and nothing is impossible. Suppose there will be an end to the universe as well. I think there will be an eternity that belongs to humanity. The ultimate pursuit of humanity should be eternal. But now it's too late, it's all gone.

The red moon shone in the sparkling leaves of the wind. Everything around is faintly recognizable.

The village of human ruins was silent, and in the ruined alleys, the wind piled up glittering leaves in corners, the shaking old windows slammed into "pop!", and the dead men on the ground blocked the leaves and sand from the wind, and the air was rancid.

I often came to this ruined village, and I swept away everything that seemed useful, and I walked through the streets and alleys to collect everything I could burn. Barely lit a bonfire. Lighting the future.

Tossed into the glowing leaves and burning, the firelight illuminating an alley of corpses. There were bloody corpses and piles of bones in front of me. Hear the dying moans of pain. I tried to find companions, but they were plague-infected critters and walking dead.

In the night sky, UFOs cast dazzling beams of light on the ground to divide the shadows, and after the scratches of the beam disappeared in an instant, the roof was scratched, and the sound of "Knock-!" splashed dust and mist. The already decadent houses were cut in two, and the corpses were dismembered in beams of light, slanted and smoothly divided, with sharp edges. The rippling heat of the air made the leaves in the wind shatter and burn.

When the smoke of the war surrounded me, I was caught in a sea of fire. Thankfully, there is a tunnel that leads to the survivors' underworld.

The hot wind of smoke and sparks poured into the tunnel one after another. It makes the air in the tunnel seem to be burning.

I took my food and bent over the narrow tunnel, when I heard a voice coming from the depths of the tunnel.

seduce

Her eyes were two snow feathers, crystal clear and sparkling in the black pupils.

It was these eyes that seduced me to kill the Jade Rabbit.

So on July 9, the sky did not dawn, and after the total solar eclipse, there were only two stars left.

Transformed into a jade rabbit, my eyes are also fiery red.

E didn't notice it, picked me up, and kissed me on the forehead, not a rabbit.

Her lips were small, damp, and cold as an ice cherry.

"Bunny, let's go take a bath. She said, the sound was like some inaudible current in the deep sea, slowly rippling soft sound waves into my ears.

When she carried me into the bathroom, I was already stupefied. I narrowed my eyes, and the light flickered in front of me.

The mountains in the world are described in any word, and you will never think of gentleness, so I plan to call it steamed buns.

Sharp, white, soft and elastic.

I pressed my hairy head close to her breasts.

"Little villain!" "Ah still treats me like a rabbit, let me be a scoundrel, her white and tender hands caress my head, and her transparent fingertips dig into the fur.

She is a woman after all and needs a man to be satisfied.

I couldn't hold it anymore and went back to my original form.

When she saw me, she was speechless in amazement.

The lust was blazing, and the water began to bubble. Swirling steam.

She didn't struggle, just obeyed with a slight tremble.

That night, in the deep palace of the crescent moon, it was blazing.