The steep mountains stretch up from the bottom of the abyss with an icy chill, the flowers dotted on the edge of the cliffs slowly smooth out the folds of sorrow with a light veil, the misty mist entangles the ends of dead branches and vines, fantasizing about the new green of tomorrow, and a large piece of broken stone lies on the earth, waiting for the flowing water to pass again. The soldiers of the Land of Moon Springs walked into the misty mountains to hunt animals, they gathered together for a while and scattered to search alone, the mournful birdsong again and again tied the throbbing of the heart, making greed even more greedy, and the insipid has been forced by indifference to retreat to the corner of the wall little by little to grow rancid mold, the injured fish fled in a hurry between the water and the crevices of the rocks, and the sharp harpoons pierced the skin of the fish scales and disturbed the bright red flesh and blood very blurred, the isolated wild boar hid behind the trees and waited for other wild boars to come to the rescue, and the traps that had been dug had been laid in the shadows quietly rolled up the bones in the abyss。

At this time, all the soldiers hunted one like mad beasts and then looked for the next, their misty eyes drifting on the edge of conquest, burning the flames of anger to the end of their longing, they knew that only by satisfying what should not be satisfied can their bodies be rescued, and broken souls can find their own comfort in the lost tears. When the afterglow of dusk began to penetrate every inch of the earth's soil, the soldiers of the Land of Moon Springs left the Misty Mountains with their captured wild things, the gloomy breath galloping through the middle of the mist, driving the smell of blood to the interior of the tomb, and the joyful footsteps never stopped running on the edge of desire to begin a long redemption......

The breath of sorrow drifted to the territory of light, what was it to gain, the lost was stranded by the memory on the other side of the melancholy, whose soul was torn apart and changed shape, the infinite desire awakened from the broken consciousness, and saw the strength of nature or the horror of the human heart, the hazy moonlight transmitted the tremor of the earth through the leaves of the treetops to the bottom of the abyss or the end of the clouds. The soldiers of the Land of Moon Springs stored the felled trees to be used as pillars for the construction of the Great Hall and firewood for forging weapons, believing that a powerful nation would rise in the near future.

A few days later, Kim Woo-jin, the king of the Land of Moon Spring, ordered the soldiers to move some of the timber to the territory, and he was to build the most luxurious pavilions in the expanded territory, to enjoy the most extravagant feasts in the luxurious pavilions, and to indulge in the most fragile dreams in the cups of the feast, and then he asked the soldiers to push the remaining timber to the furnace, he wanted to hear the crackling sound of the hammer hitting the steel, to see the raging flames of the wood thrown into the hearth, and to touch the fingertips of the weapon to arouse the most evil desires. The monarch of the country of Moon Springs fantasizes about tomorrow's victory, there is no confrontation between blood and **, there is no vicious battle between weapons and armor, there is no separation between hatred and freedom, there is no distinction between day and night, everything is peaceful like a forest growing in a painting, only light and no shadow......

Whether the center of the red sun erupts with a huge flame of light can drive away the gloom of the edges, when the coldness of the appearance fades away, whether the nobility of the carved camouflage of prosperity is just a luxury, whether the invisible sorrow always flows on the dark back, whether the broken ring imprisons the pain of the flesh or the emptiness of the soul, the satisfaction of happiness is only to feel the moment of beauty or the long-term simple eternity.

The women of the Land of Moon Springs are smeared with carmine powder, wrapped in silk and satin, walking between the corridors and stone bridges, their costumes are embroidered with all kinds of flowers, birds, insects, fish, birds and animals, as if the living creatures swimming in their consciousness slowly glide outward, until they are docked with the real creatures to form a complete prototype, the fat powder on their cheeks sets off the fragrance of nectar and penetrates into the bone marrow little by little, and then merges with the wings of the bee butterfly to exude a rich body fragrance, until the cloudy eyes are rendered so transparent.

The soldiers of the Land of Moon Springs are armed with weapons and armor to guard the peace of the whole country, their hard armor is soaked in the moonlight in the galaxy and shines like gold, and then inlaid into the treasure as the most luxurious decoration, until the ambition of resurrection pierces the cold armor and pours the dawn into the dazzling, their weapons are tempered by fire, and they shine blue and green for a while, and the sharp tip of the knife cuts through the glory of the past and the peace of the future, until the turbulent situation is fixed in front of the eyes, slowly eating away at the inner light and the outer light。

Is it that the bright flame bursts out from the bottom of the ravine to see the other side of joy, when the abundance of material things swallows up the fragmentation of the spirit and snatches the last bit of hope in the erosive world, does the stable soul already feel the coming of the end, the dim stars fall again and again on the horizon through the bright light of the moon, is it to discover the possibility of the existence of the supreme good, when the false mask is buckled into the flesh and continues to approach the position of the heart, whether the accumulated smile has long been condensed into dirt waiting to be removed.

The ministers of the Land of Moon Springs gathered on the tall buildings to raise their glasses, and in front of them were countless delicacies from the mountains and seas, and in the corners were endless leftovers. The people of the Land of Moon Springs were starving on their beds, and they were filled with a pitiful amount of cold rice and soup, with only a few remnants of leaves floating on the oil flowers to paint a landscape.

The brilliance of the country of moon springs can only stay on the surface, and there are thousands of corpses and bones built into high walls inside that no one can redeem, the perfection of the country of moon springs is like a brilliant firework for a moment, and behind it is an infinite darkness one after another, the sound of freedom is always drowned in the whirlpool of the long river, and the fall of the country of moon springs is like a moth to a fire and is willing to sink......

The beautiful butterfly was blown off by the hurricane and stuck to the river of sorrow, the meadow sprinkled with broken flowers waded across the river and extinguished the flame of dawn into the cracks of the cliff, the weeping heart broke free from the shackles of fate and came from the bitter sea of desire to the harbor of happiness, the transparent light squeezed out the invasion of the eclipse and released the joy little by little, the sleepless sleep drifted in the half-truths and half-truths, the temptation of greed and contentment were not found in the half-truths and half-truths, the sorrowful happiness was immersed in the looming illusion, and there were no tears of despair or a smile of hope。 Several women from the land of butterflies meet to go to the peach blossom forest to see the butterflies dancing, they slowly approach the bushes from the deep path, and then slowly approach the stream from the thorns of the bushes, and then slowly approach the wasteland slope from the sand beside the stream, until they see the fiery peach blossom forest in the distance.

When several women opened the corners of their eyes and walked in the world of peach blossoms, they found that the petals all over the ground attached to the dead and withered of butterflies into a set of residual poems, when a set of residual poems melted into the center of the bone marrow and stirred up the blood more and more boiling, they suddenly saw some unknown footprints extending into the deep hole, so they hid behind the peach tree and waited for the beast to appear again, not long after, the goblins came out of the deep hole one after another to prey on the dead butterflies, several women finally understood that the withered petals and butterflies were made by the goblins, and they rushed to report to the king of the country of butterflies before they had time to think。

Lu Mingxuan, the monarch of the country of Dieche, was writing poems in the study at this time, he held a pen in one hand and sat on the desk with the other, letting inspiration gallop between the red flowers and willows and green, letting the love silk linger on the fingertips to spread on the horizon where dawn and dusk separated, and let the loneliness annihilate into the torrent of sorrow and begin to stir up ripples of happiness. When the king of the kingdom of Butterfly knew that the butterflies of his kingdom were being violated, he immediately summoned his soldiers to the main hall to prepare to deal a heavy blow to the elf, when a butterfly snatched out of his eyes and rested on his shoulder, he raised his hands and moved the butterfly to his palm, and the butterfly struggled with its wings to crumple the red heart into a ray of light......