The vanished butterfly disappeared into the empty mound of the nightmare and found the true appearance or false essence, the barren field was divided by the mountains and the desert, and in the middle touched the clear source or the cold pool of death, the indifferent eyes condensed into a sharp knife tip pierced the arc of light and shadow or a complete circle, whether the grasp of the hands really must exist, whether the ears heard did not have any lies, whether the tongue tasted only bitter, spicy and sweet, there was no absolute absolute will give an absolute answer, maybe the deep hidden deception that was doomed from the beginning。 Lu Mingxuan, the monarch of the country of Butterfly, and his soldiers came to the peach blossom forest with weapons, and when the monarch looked at the withered petals holding the butterfly's stump wings and playing a mournful nocturne, he finally put away his compassionate heart and turned the flame of anger into the fire of revenge, but those hateful goblins were hiding in the cave at this time, and the monarch had to stay where he was and let the complete dream turn into a broken dream.

Suddenly, a minister stood up and said that we could use torches to force the goblins out of the deep hole, the king thought about it and decided to light the torches to find a way out for his confused self, so, one after another torches burning with blazing flames were thrown into the deep hole, the goblins saw that the dancing flames accompanied by the pungent smell of smoke spread to their feet, so they fled from the deep hole and confronted the soldiers of the country of Butterfly, the soldiers of the country of Butterfly saw that the belated opportunity was ripe, and they did not have time to think about it and fought with the elves, the fairies were flexible and agile, they surrounded a soldier in the center and then carried out a group attackThe soldier looked at a large area of goblins crawling all over the body and didn't know how to get out, so he could only let the goblins bite and scatter into a blood-stained corpse.

The king turned his head and bowed deeply to the soldier, he picked up the torch and drove away all the goblins on the soldiers, the goblins saw that the soldiers of the country of Butterfly were not as tenacious as they thought, so they went crazy and summoned the goblins outside the peach blossom forest to fight, the king understood that if he continued to delay like this, more soldiers would lose their lives, he threw away the torch and ordered all the soldiers to retreat, and the soldiers of the country of Butterfly Che retreated while slashing and slashing the chasing goblins, they did not expect that the end of the story had already been written at the beginning of the story, and the anger of the goblins may be just another anger that they forgot on the edge of dawn。

The ticking of the clock from the end of the dusk to the beginning of the morning, a woman strolling among the petals and green leaves of the peach blossom forest, she looked up slightly to see a sparrow in the mouth of the butterfly, and then one after another sparrows whistling from all directions, the petals flying to the sky to tear the happy velvet thread......

The power of nature crosses the back of the human heart and entangles the consciousness of the spirit around whose face, when misfortune mixed with the complex of depression creeps into the minefield of sorrow, whether the lonely mind is like a bowstring waiting for the verdict of success or failure at any time, the compass of fate is placed on the edge of the cliff of life and death to watch over whose wasteland, when the wind rushes into the center of the vortex little by little with the arrival of the shower, whether the banner of light has been inserted into the end of the dark tide and is ready to usher in the company of the rainbow. The night of the Nakshatra Nation is shrouded in a dark atmosphere, and the storm is quietly gathering on the edge of the fading light, and a landslide and earth cracking disaster may occur at any time, but the people of the Nakshatra Land are still sleeping on their beds and dreaming all kinds of dreams, they do not know that the sudden devil is slowly approaching the window of their hearts.

When the wings of the night could no longer support a warm dawn, the huge canopy of heaven finally gave up resistance and smashed straight down, and suddenly, the dazzling lightning attached to the roar of the thunder and slashed down towards the forest, the blazing flames ignited the nerves of the green leaves and the nerves of the earth, and then the wind swept the torrential rain and rolled back and forth on the left and right of the mountain, and the raging flood hit the rock and washed away the beautiful fields, and finally the cold wave accompanied by the cracking of the ground cast mercilessly on people's dreams, and a large number of houses fell into the abyss and condensed into scars。 The flame of dawn has not stepped into the red halo of dawn, the barrier of night has been carved into the crevices of the stone like an indelible sorrow, and the purple-red mist has drifted to any lonely place with a faint blue light......

The shimmer of the day casts on the shadows of the earth and scratches the gushing of mud and sand, the river that overflows the mud and sand carries the little warmth of dawn into whose heart, the outline of the red sun is imprisoned in the center of the clouds by the blurred twilight, the faint melancholy cloud flies into the corner of joy and sorrow and touches someone's chest, the inner hesitation is forced to retreat into the shelter built by benevolence by scattered thoughts, and the amorous eyes flash with a compassionate complex to write the suffering into whose diary. The gray days are always so long, long like a winter, neither the shadow of spring nor the traces of time, the beautiful days are always so short, the short is like a firework, and the stay is the eternal night that is frozen for a moment.

Bai Xiaoran, the monarch of the country of stars, recalled last night's disaster as if he had experienced a life-and-death parting, he remembered that he curled up at the head of the bed and begged God to bless the safety of his people, the red hands kept raising and lowering and lifting and lifting, he remembered that his eyes were obsessed with watching the storm and the torrent, the terrible force that broke the embankment of the river bank and the embankment of the human heart, he remembered that his lips lost their dignity in the face of helplessness and despair, and the tall soul wrapped in the fragility of life smashed the mask of salvation.

As the shadow of the calamity widened again and again, the king called on all his people to unite and tide over the difficulties, saying that those who lacked clothing could be exchanged for food, those who lacked houses could be exchanged for gold, those who lacked water could be exchanged for coal, and I would take care of everything myself. The people of the Constellation Nation have embarked on the path to the light with a knot of sorrow, the doom they face is slowly melting away by the flame of self-confidence, and a new dawn awaits the weary mind, perhaps newer than the previous dawn......