The change of power stirs the storm of war, finds traces of joy on the border of killing and freedom, the balance of will measures the weight 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 faith, 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 to realize the wish that the day cannot realize, when the false appearance conceals the truth of the truth 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 finally usher in the brightness of spring, when the sincere emotion opens the closed heart door layer after layer, the unfamiliar 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 country of fire spirits 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, Monarch Jiang Xiyuan's indifference would only set off disputes between the two countries without any benefit, Monarch Mu Zizhen could endure the humiliation of dignity but could not watch his people suffer, he thought for a long time and finally chose to declare war on the country of water abyssThe ministers and soldiers were willing to provoke a war to win back their freedom, and in this way, the joyful sound covered up the miserable picture and spread to the sky, and the melodious song turned back and swept into everyone's heart......

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 it once had, the power is still the original power but it seems to have lost the tolerance of the past, the faith is still the original belief but seems to have lost the nobility of the past, happiness is just pain turned into a lucky position, 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 refuse to give it to them, then we will steal them, 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 the vault to sneak into the Abyss Country, in case something happens to us, we will choose to give up the gold coins and escape with a super shortcut, 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 cycle 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 and do not need to show off.

"There are so many gold coins in the treasury of the Water Abyss Country, but the monarch Jiang Xiyuan doesn't want to be generous to help our people tide over the difficulties, will their people live a good life one day if he is greedy for money?" said one of his cronies angrily as he filled his bag with gold coins. "The monarch Jiang Xiyuan is so stingy, we can always come up with a way, the more he doesn't give us a lot of gold coins, the more we have to empty the treasury, to see how he will build a lot of construction and reckless military force in the future. Another cronie opened the bag and chimed in. "There are only five of us, we can't take all the gold coins because we are eager to help the disaster, we just need to fill the bag in our hands and we can stop, we must not fall into the quagmire of hatred!" another cronie wiped the sweat from his forehead and persuaded him.

"I still have three empty bags here, since we are here, we can't come in vain, all the bags must be full, and we know the terrain of the Abyss Country well, if you are afraid, you should flee quickly!" said one of the cronies as he pushed the cronie away. "You're going to hurt you by being so casual, and eight heavy bags will surely slow us down, and those Night's Watch on the walls of the Abyss Nation won't be unaware, so let's fill five bags and leave quickly!" the last cronie sat down on the ground and pleaded. "If you don't shut up, we'll put me in a bag, think about the displaced refugees, don't you feel their pain at all?"