The change of power stirs up the storm of war, finds traces of joy on the border of killing and freedom, the balance of will measures the intensity of flesh and blood, feels the nothingness of life at the zero point of firmness and vacillation, the vine of friendship entangles the stamens of intellectuality, smells the fragrance of courage in the abyss of reason and sensibility, imprisons the chains of desire, waits for the soothing of fraternity at the end of depravity and confusion, the wings of light flapping against the dark haze, listens to the echo of happiness at the peak of brightness and sorrow, washes away the greed of sin, and waits for the change of opportunity at the trough of giving up and cherishing。 The meanness of justice is only a mirror left by history to the soul, the brave cowardice is only a trace of wind and waves surging in the emotional world, the foolishness of wisdom is only a task that knowledge teaches life, the pious blasphemy is only a redemption of gratitude that fills the soul, the greed of moderation is only a game of desire to bewitch the flesh, all happiness seems to be cold without temperature, perfection seems too far away in the broken dream, the scars of war will slowly fade away, but the imprint of the spirit cannot be eradicated after all.

The beam of dawn is surrounded by the night in the center, and there is no trace of tenderness, when the gray breath tears through the barrier of light and pours the cold current in, how long can the blazing warm tide last at the end of the dream, the brilliant fireworks only bloom for a moment but realize the wish that the day cannot realize, when the false appearance hides the essence of the truth and wants to occupy the high point of the heart, can the cry of pain pierce all the lies, the new green leaves endure the bleakness of the west wind will eventually usher in the brightness of spring, when the sincere emotions open the closed heart door layer by layer, the strange face seems to meet at which corner。 The beam of light can not only become a part of the light, it can also inhibit the spread of darkness, fireworks can not only freeze the warmest picture, it can also change the sad ending, the leaves can not only highlight the richness of the rose, it can also block the attack of wind and snow, the colorful world seems to be harmonious, but it is full of absurdity, ordinary life seems to be happy, but it is full of pain, all imagination although perfect, can never replace the incompleteness of reality, just like the moon in the glasses in the water, it is so beautiful that it cannot be truly owned。 Monarch Mu Zizhen never thought that Monarch Jiang Xiyuan would rather destroy each other's friendship than support more gold coins, he returned to the Fire Spirit Country in frustration, the more he thought about it, the more depressed he felt, the reason why the village was flooded was directly related to their negligence, if they often inspected and inspected, maybe all this would not happen, but all the nightmares became a reality overnight.

The indifference of the monarch Jiang Xiyuan will only set off disputes between the two countries and there is no benefit, the monarch Mu Zizhen can endure the humiliation of dignity but can't watch his people suffer, he thought for a long time and finally chose to declare war on the country of the water abyss, the ministers and soldiers agreed to provoke a war to win back the freedom that belonged to them, so the sound of joy covered up the miserable picture and spread to the sky, and the melodious song turned back and shook everyone's hearts......

The day when the temperature of friendship drops to the freezing point and does not rise, when greed bewitches the windows of the soul and creates chaos in the shadow of death, whether the true love of the highest good is just a drama that has no end and end, when the strife of power hurts justice and has no remedy, when the phenomenon of falsehood disguises the surface and creates distortion in the storm of consciousness, whether the brilliance of essence is just a dream that is about to be lost, the day when pious faith loses its support and does not shine, when ignorance stabs the wisdom of wisdom and creates mediocrity in the abyss of matter, whether the power of redemption is only a dispensable existence。 Friendship is still the original friendship but seems to lack the care of the past, the power is still the original power but seems to have lost the tolerance of the past, the faith is still the original faith but seems to have lost the nobility of the past, the light is just the darkness has turned to a lucky position, and everything that should come back will come again one day.

"Monarch, the deep friendship between the land of fire spirits and the country of water abyss cannot be plunged into hatred because of the contradiction of gold coins, why don't we take a step back and let the two countries avoid bloodshed?" the five cronies walked into the main hall and said calmly.

"The flood caused by the dam burst is their fault, but they don't want to bear the consequences of this disaster, our country is short of gold coins at this time, and the people of the village are still not properly resettled, what do you think we can do?" said the monarch Mu Zizhen, holding his chin, helplessly.

"Monarch, the five of us are willing to go to the land of the abyss to steal their gold coins, and since they will not give it to them, then we will use secret thieves, so that the two kingdoms will not be hurt by a small dispute. The five cronies said confidently with their heads held high.

"This method is good, but the country of the water abyss has always been heavily guarded, and I am afraid it will be difficult for you to slip out if you go in, I am really worried about your safety!" Monarch Mu Zizhen breathed a long sigh of relief and said cautiously.

"Monarch, we have already designed the blueprints for infiltrating the treasury of the Abyssal Country, in case something happens to us, we will choose to give up the gold coins and take a shortcut to escape, so don't scare yourself anymore. The five cronies hugged each other and smiled.

The tail of the dawn rests at the front end of the day, waiting for what kind of dawn, the fireworks of the dawn burn the lonely night, in the sad shallow dreams, piecing together whose loneliness, the greedy desire hovers in the center of compassion, what kind of blueprint is fantasizing, the trap of the blueprint blinds the bright eyes, in the shadow of death, glimpses whose innocence, the source of reason flows in the emotional tip, looking forward to what kind of future, the neon of the future warms the cold winter, and beckons whose awakening in the bright season. The gray and gorgeous have become an ordinary color in the aperture of color, the rich and the poor have become a heavy sigh in the disillusionment of the disaster, the optimistic and pessimistic have become a soft wisp of smoke in the reincarnation of fate, happiness does not mean that they will always be God's favorite, pain, does not mean that they will become brothers and sisters with bad luck, all the trajectories are the best property left to the soul by time and space, and what others have does not have to envy what they get, and they do not have to show off.