"Collected Records - Song of the Blue Sea"

The turquoise waters stretch as far as the eye can see.

Foggy white smoke, smoke cage cold water.

The little dragon girl stayed bored in the Dragon Palace.

She's on vacation today!

She's grown up, and if she doesn't sing, she won't sing.

She learned to say "no".

It's a wonderful taste of rejection.

Today she is on vacation, but everyone in the Dragon Palace is very busy.

Qi Wuxian was taken by the two gluttons to other star fields to eat and use as a mobile wallet.

Qiying also traveled around the world with two beautiful dependents, and few came back.

Watching a bunch of aquarists tinkering with tourism made her a little bored.

She wanted to find someone to listen to her sing again.

Now no one dares to lock her up, she can leave the palace if she wants to, and sing when she wants to.

She chanted a few songs in the water.

But the sound transmission in the water is not good, and it sounds chaotic.

She decided to go ashore and find someone to listen to her sing.

So she turned into a little ice-blue fish and swam out of the palace!

Swim and swim, swim and swim, the sea is too big, how can a fish swim across the sea?

She bumped into a shark.

The shark turned his head viciously, but he saw that the little thing in front of him couldn't eat anymore.

Ice blue, so beautiful.

He wanted to tease the little fish:

"Believe it or not, I ate you!"

The little fish wags its tail and spits out ice-blue bubbles, and the sound is very pleasant to the shark:

"You can't eat me!"

"Why? You're just a good-looking little fish. ”

The shark asks the little fish.

The little fish swung its tail and swam away, leaving only a graceful note:

"Because I'm me."

Sharks with fins:

"Why? Why can't I eat her? Why can't I eat her when she's her? I'm a shark. ”

The shark was puzzled, and the small fish had swam away.

The little dragon girl felt very tired.

It's really boring to be fishing, maybe you won't be able to swim to the sea for the rest of your life, right?

But the fish are also so free, soaring freely in the water.

As a dragon, he was imprisoned for half his life.

The power that transcends boundaries is so precious, and it has a corresponding curse.

But now she doesn't have a curse.

So she became a dragon again, also ice blue.

Her figure is as smooth as jade and as graceful as a cloud.

Fly out of the water and make a splash of water.

The little fish saw and called out to their mothers:

"Dragon, it's a dragon! Mom, I saw the dragon, and I want to fly! ”

Mother Fish comforts the little fish:

"Silly boy, a dragon is a dragon, a fish is a fish, and a fish can't fly to the sky in this life."

The dragon in the sky was a little sad and a little proud when he heard it.

Is it better to be a dragon or a fish?

She didn't know.

But she can fulfill the wishes of these little fish.

So she set off a tsunami, and the tsunami was filled with countless fish.

"I'm flying~"

She deliberately avoided the crowds, and the passing ships enjoyed the spectacle.

No one dares to care about her, everyone knows that she is the pearl of the Dragon King, the daughter of the Qingping Sage.

She hid in the waves and quietly turned into a blue thrush again.

She flew and flew, trying to find a guy who could see it and listen to her sing.

The bird is much faster than the fish and flies to the shore in one fell swoop.

"It's fast, but the birds can't fly out of the sky."

She thought again, there was an inexplicable loss in her heart.

Is there a boundary that cannot be crossed in everything?

For the first time, she thought about philosophy.

Immediately she didn't want to think about it again.

She looked for someone on the shore to listen to her singing.

There are hotels on the shore, and the side by the sea is noisy.

She likes to be boisterous, but she doesn't like to be noisy.

So she decided to go to a lonely place and find a lonely person.

Soon she found it.

It was near a reef island, the terrain was rugged, and the waves were not very beautiful.

There was a man sitting on a stone with a boom.

She was immediately interested.

Because the line fell into the sand.

Why would anyone fish in the sand?

In fact, she forgot one problem, the sea of misty hearts is now forbidden to fish.

But she was so bored that she didn't bother.

She fluttered her wings and flew over the clouds, flew to the man's side, and came to rest on the reef.

Does he know that he is a singing and talking thrush?

She thought, but she didn't know, so she just looked at his back.

The sky is blue, the water is blue, and the endless blue ocean surrounds everything.

She suddenly felt a little depressed.

She fluttered her wings and flew over the fisherman's head, wanting to see if he would be angry, and if he did, she would not give him her song.

Her songs are the most valuable music in the four realms.

The angler was not angry, he did not move, and the line was still buried in the sand.

She just accompanied him to watch the clouds roll around, and the waves came and went.

She lay relaxed on top of the fisherman's head, squinting and ready to take a nap.

I've completely forgotten about singing.

She had a dream.

I dreamed about a lot of uncomfortable things.

But she eventually chose to forgive.

Everyone has their own helplessness, she understands.

If everyone hurts others because of their hatred, the world will become more helpless.

She thought.

But she can now refuse the hurts that are used as an excuse for helplessness.

Someone taught her to refuse.

Someone gave her freedom.

Someone gave her a high status.

The man didn't ask for anything in return.

Only a mother would give so selflessly for her children.

The angler woke her up.

It's already early the next morning.

She rubbed her eyes with her wings, and the morning light cast the first rays of light on the surface of the sea, dyeing them golden.

The angler is still sitting here, and the line is still in the sand.

His voice was calm:

"You've slept long enough, don't forget what you came for."

The little blue bird opened his mouth and said:

"Thank you, do you know what I'm going to do?"

The angler retracted the line and hung out of nothingness:

"I don't know, what's the use of knowing? Why should everything in the world be known? ”

The little blue bird felt that what he said made sense, and chimed in:

"You're right."

Her tone is so melodious that it sounds like a string music.

The angler praised:

"Your voice is heavenly."

Is it natural? But Heaven didn't let me speak.

The little blue bird thought so, but said:

"Thank you for the compliment, I'm going to sing you a song."

"Your voice must be precious, and my praise is not worthy of it."

She got angry:

"I sing to you only when I treat you as a friend, and there is no value among friends."

The angler laughed:

"You're right, there is no value among friends."

He suddenly asked:

"Do you consider everyone who is good to you a friend? Even if he hurt you. ”

The little bluebird flapps its wings and makes a beautiful song:

"Let the past pass, why do people always indulge in the pain and hatred of the past and refuse to let go?"

The angler sighed:

"You are much stronger than me, the world kisses you with pain, but you repay it with a song."

"Let's go to the sky, and the birds should fly freely in the air."

The little blue bird thought he was strange.

But she decided to sing a song for this strange person.

So she fluttered her wings and flew into the sky.

The fisherman stood up, and the whole person seemed to be shrouded in a fog, and he couldn't see the shape clearly.

Suddenly a cloud gathered under his feet and carried him into the sky.

The waves crashed and smashed on the reef, the auspicious clouds on the horizon were dyed golden, a bright sun rose above the sea level, and in the distance there were several monks in the sky.

Thrushes flew around the man, feeling the breeze.

Suddenly the climate of heaven and earth changed.

Wind and snow, spring, summer, autumn and winter.

In an instant, thousands of turns and turns, thousands of purples and thousands of reds, still in a dream.

There is rain falling, wind blowing, and snow drifting.

There are mountains, waters, and immortals.

Everything is like a dream, a dream in the clouds, as if you have come to the heavenly palace.

So she sang:

The breeze is blowing, the drizzle is shaking, and the infatuation is long;

The snow fell, the sea was turbid, and he was heartbroken.

......

The song floated across the sky, and a wild goose flew by, stopping to listen:

Put it down, sword in hand, I'm willing;

It's recalled, the bottom of my heart, and my fate is over.

Why do you want to be lonely, you are on the other side of the world

......

The sky was already full of birds, and they were chirping together:

Write as much as you can, don't be greedy, one wish;

I think of your face again, towards the twilight of the long road of life.

The fate of this life, when it comes, what is the love, life and death?

The sky is moving, in the green mountains, the gusts of wind are instantaneous;

Looking for a beautiful woman, it is difficult to be true, and Edgeworth breaks through the chaotic red dust.

......

Heaven and earth seemed to be moved, and the rain and snow that blew in the wind and the white clouds around them all sang together.

A little blue bird was singing in it, and she felt that there was something in her heart that was not unhappy, and the more she sang, the more fascinated she became:

Soaring, in the firmament, the heart is inexhaustible;

Vertical and horizontal, in the midst of ten thousand tribulations, reincarnation.

Why let, lonely for a long time, I'm on this side of the world?

To put it clearly, only extravagant hopes, once drunk;

I think of your face again, looking for a meeting in a dream......

......

The sky also wept, it was a drizzle.

The earth also wept, and it was the fallen leaves.

The clouds are also sad, it is snowy.

The sea is also painful, and that is the sea wave rising.

The fisherman listened in a daze, and the fishing rod turned into a hole flute, and he took out an erhu.

He blew melodiously, conjured two hands, and pulled the erhu.

The singing slowly stopped, the sound gradually rose, and the waves leveled out with the flute.

Blowing half melancholy and half leisurely, it seems to be comfortable and lonely, which makes people feel a lot of emotion.

The little bluebird flapped its wings and indulged in it.

The birds of heaven were also drunk.

There are only melodious and distant Xiao sounds, erhu sounds, and sea tides up and down the world.

She suddenly wanted to cry.

She asked, "What kind of tune is this?" ”

The fisherman's voice was light, and seemed to drift into the distance with the sound:

"Back to sleepwalking."

Feng Xinyu still wants to ask.

But everything in front of me is so psychedelic.

She felt an itch on her body.

The world is spinning.

She opened her eyes.

Find yourself lying in the sand.

She didn't turn into a bird.

Or a fish.

When the children saw her, they gently carried her back into the sea with their tender hands, and said:

"Let's swim, fish, let's swim......"

They found that there were tears in the eyes of the little fish, which were ice blue, and they fell on the beach and turned into strings of fine crystal beads.

They picked up the beads, they were ice crystals, blue and shiny, and they were still cold in the palms of their hands.

They want to return the beads to the small fish.

The little fish has been transformed into a beautiful ice dragon!

Her scales were as beautiful as crystals, as blue as ice crystals, and that dragon horns were as stretched as clouds.

The ice dragon cried on the beach, and everyone felt sorry for her.

She felt like she had forgotten something.

Very important stuff.

She suddenly remembered.

She forgot to say goodbye.

She looked at the blue sky, and the sun was already half exposed.

She thought the man must be on the clouds.

She's going to say goodbye.

So she wagked her tail and soared through the clouds.

Towards the golden clouds in the sky, swim away, swim away......