Xi Xi walked on the road.

Walking on a dark and cold path.

The wind was blowing, it was howling, and he was roaring.

What a roaring wind! Why do you want to sway this anger on this path?

O wrathful wind! Why do you have to show this strength when she is alone?

What a strong wind! Blowing away the white clouds, dyeing the sunset red, and tired of the morning sun.

This round of new sunrise seems to be on the run, but the darkness ahead makes her have no way to escape.

She runs, she runs, she falls with her shadow, but when she gets up, she laughs!

What was she laughing at? Is it laughing at the so-called victory or defeat, which is really as important as others say?

If the sky is a chess game and the earth is a board, then who is black? Who's white again? Who's right and who's wrong? Who is black and white?

White to black! Black and white upside down! Black House White Day! Call black white! White sand in Nirvana, with black with it!

Count black and talk about white! Count black and talk about yellow! Count the zodiac black! Dark all round! There was darkness in front of me again!

Blue sky and white sun! Black and white! Distinct! Pointing to the oath of heaven! There is a pool of spring water overflowing in his eyes!

She thought that as long as she laughed strongly, no matter how strong and cold the wind was, then the wind would sing again! Singing!

Heaven is high! The earth is wailing! The wind is howling! The sun is finally shining! She chases the light! Sing!

……

The girl is like a poem, the boy is like a sword, and the chess is like time.

When the girl Xixi held the chess game and played against the boy opposite, after the collision of poetry, sword and time, it seemed that in this game, it suddenly fermented into literature.

Literature, like a game of chess against a sword, ends in either death and destruction; Either it's a new birth, a rebirth after destruction.

The subtle and subtle chess moves along the way, like the soul and flesh of literature, are gradually plumped up in this small chessboard.

It is said that poetry is the most beautiful language in this land, but now no one seems to be willing to delve into the modern poetry of modern poets. Although everyone says that the sword is the most indispensable weapon in this land, it seems that no one in this world is willing to practice swords, as if there is only a honey belly sword left in the whole world!

The young man sitting opposite Xixi was undoubtedly a sword, a young sword that did not have a scabbard yet.

A young sword that has not yet experienced the baptism of the world is the sharpest, of course, only this young sword can have a wonderful chemical reaction with Xixi, a new modern poem in the most beautiful age. Only the collision of sword and poetry can appear in this Shaoguang in such an interesting literature as it is now.

This young sword is probably the greatest enemy that Xi Xi's new modern poem has encountered in this age.

After all, he is past the age of the sword embryo, and he is only one step away from becoming an admired professional chess player.

If he becomes a professional chess player at the age of fifteen, he must be chased and touted by the media and major news even in the big city of Shangjing.

At that time, this young sword can no longer be praised with words that are sharp and up-and-coming, and it can be full of anticipation. He can only accept the baptism of the world first, and then use obscurity or domineering to be praised, to become a positive or negative adjective!

……

It seems that the new poem has never won this young sword.

It's not just that the new poem is too delicate, it's as fragile as a roadside wildflower.

is even more because she is too kind, so kind that she has broken the thorns in her body with her own hands, for fear of hurting those who are content, greedy, well-intentioned, and malicious.

She's supposed to be an ordinary flower, right?

If it weren't for an ordinary flower, on the day she bloomed, she would have been picked and put in a vase until it withered, right?

You see, this first-hand, this ordinary wildflower, gave up the best and most brilliant words, and chose the worst, ugliest, most inconspicuous, and even the most ordinary words "Yiyi".

The humility of this flower and the reverence for words did not let the young sword return to her with the same courtesy.

On the contrary, let the young sword greedily occupy one after another beautiful, gorgeous, and brilliant words. A few hands down, he almost occupies the vast majority of the beautiful text. Under his hands, these beautiful words seemed to turn into cement and solid bricks, and the cement and bricks were beautifully piled together in his dancing shadows, and in an instant, one after another magnificent modern high-rise buildings were erected.

The high-rise buildings made of reinforced concrete are beautiful and yearning, and the buildings made of reinforced concrete seem to be gradually beginning to be dissatisfied with the city that should belong to them. They looked at the distant sunset, expanding wildly.

The beautiful words, exaggerated and gorgeous, are piled up together, and they also form sentences that make people wander.

And she is carefully picking up the shells and residues that were left behind by the young sword, she seems to want to use these small shells and the residues to pile up a beautiful, small castle that belongs to her, and she also seems to be using this way of not fighting or grabbing, silently guarding her dream as a flower and a poem.

But when she built that little castle that belonged to her again and again, the domineering high-rise buildings would always appear in front of her just right.

The domineering high-rise buildings also seem to be unable to distinguish the difference between the city, the countryside, the land and the sea. They seem to have begun to settle for the flashy, brilliant words of the present. Now they just want to devour and strengthen themselves as long as they look at the words that don't belong to them!

Whether good or bad, good or bad, as long as the words he did not have, they would become their foundations, materials, backbones, and even new companions in the eyes of these increasingly greedy high-rises.

Under the devouring of these gorgeous high-rise buildings, the words that were originally abandoned, missed, derogatory, and distorted have been transformed into new faces in front of the world.

They are being discussed and shared with the world, and it seems that they have never been so proud in thousands of years.

After all, these words and words with derogatory and ambiguous connotations were once spurned together.

But under this gorgeous text packaging, those spurned words have also been replaced with gorgeous coats, as well as the more interesting "soul", which has been sought after by countless people.

You see, that was obviously a word to describe the corruption of men's morals, but in a blink of an eye, it became the target of countless men.

The words that were supposed to be shameful to describe certain people and things have become compliments under the packaging of gorgeous words and sentences!

You see, the dream castle that the flower had worked so hard to build is constantly collapsing and destroying under these words that do not distinguish between right and wrong!

The sentences, paragraphs, and literature composed of gorgeous words have washed away a lot of things that should be remembered.

Those things, though very far away now.

But he lived and still exists!

He shouldn't be replaced, he shouldn't be ridiculed!

The flower looked at the tall buildings around her, she was still working hard, and she was still insisting on building the small castle in front of her.

Although she knew that she had no way back.

But she still believes that even if she uses the most ordinary and ordinary words, as long as she carries her most sincere feelings, sooner or later it will be like the flowers that have bloomed one by one, and now withered, and once brought the fragrance of flowers.

Giving people hope.

She's finally... Finally built its own castle surrounded by high-rise buildings.

When she looked at the little castle, she laughed.

This small castle may seem insignificant compared to the surrounding high-rise buildings, but it is plump in every place, and it has been rebuilt after countless destructions each time.

It's strong!

It's also time-resistant!

When she hugged the little castle hard, and wanted to use her soft body to protect the little castle, she seemed to hear the sound of collapse beside her again.

The high-rise buildings that have been accumulated by gorgeous words have lost their original meaning!

Finally, because of their insatiable greed, they began to collapse continuously!

Those derogatory words with interesting souls in gorgeous coats, screaming and looking at the faded clothes on their bodies!

Transform into their original ugly form!