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When the dreams of nothingness are wrapped in sensual wings and the length of time coincide with each other, whether the true memory has already spread wantonly through the front and back of the heart to the thorny places, whether the power of family affection will bury the happy face in the palm of the hand after filling the flesh and blood gully, when the warm red sun closes the distance of the shadow and makes the hurried footsteps more and more stable, whether the broken world has re-examined itself to completely break off contact with the darkness.

The dawn washes the front end of the day, creating a gorgeous idea in the light and shadow of the twilight, and the family affection rides the shell of the idea to stuff the unchangeable reality into the illusion of the future, so that the dream can never touch the edge of reason, the emotion can never understand the true meaning of life, and all the suspension in the air cannot connect the sky or the earth.

The red bean pulls the long river of longing, looking for traces of love in the tunnel of time and space, the faint candle flame perceives the gloom in the rain, and slowly rises a bright light, the stars fade and the silver color and the moon watch over an oasis in the depths of the heart, the icy cold current rolls up a thousand layers of snow waves, throwing the dagger of power into the ruins.

Love is not the whole of emotion but paralyzes the nerves of emotion, power is not all of life but bewitches the original intention of dreams, beauty occupies the mountains here, where it may be nothing, the light dilutes the lights in the night, the red wine and green in the day but there is no trace, the other side of happiness remains too much pain and breeds sad happiness, those incomprehensible and unpredictable appearances distort the original appearance of the flower world, so that the real warmth dries and the dampness and the will itself tightly embrace.

Lu Mingxuan, the monarch of the country of Butterfly Che, returned to his kingdom after separating from the four monarchs, he took the crystal ball fragment next to the bedside and placed it in front of the spirit seat of his deceased wife, the king of light, Lan Xingye, wanted to gather the crystal ball fragments of the six kingdoms, but none of the monarchs could give up their power for the sake of the bright world, the monarch of the country of Butterfly Che only left a place for his deceased wife in his heart, he did not have full enthusiasm for the invitation of the King of Light and no zero degree of ruthlessness, his wife's departure seemed to take away his soul and made him indifferent to everything, the future of the country of Butterfly Che without the helm of the monarch may be a smooth road or a thorn, happiness and love did not find a solid support, so they had to look forward to a miracle to heal all the scars......

Why didn't the sinking of the night usher in a new dawn, why did the supreme resolve one contradiction after another, why is it still full of pain, pessimism shrouded the corners of the soul but still did not get rid of the gray shadow, why did the nightmare fall into another deeper nightmare after waking up, death has made countless turns from the end of life or accept the cycle of death.

The night looks forward to the arrival of the day, just like the day looks forward to the arrival of the night, the nightmare thinks about the favor of the dream, just like the dream thinks about the favor of the nightmare, everything will go in the opposite direction when it comes to the end, but this long process makes many dreams lose the belief to persevere.

Lu Mingxuan, the monarch of the country of flowers, was immersed in the pain of his deceased wife and still couldn't extricate himself, he knew that death took away not only a part of love, but also a part of his heart, and the two interdependent happiness were blocked by distance, and they could not see each other and could only miss each other. At this time, a minister walked into the bedroom of the monarch of the country of Butterfly, he looked at the monarch's sad eyes and guessed his thoughts, and said softly: "Monarch, are you still grieving for the death of your deceased wife, I know that you have always eaten and slept well over the years, and the reason behind these things is because you can't let go of her, but you have to understand that everything in the past cannot be changed, and you should forget the pain of the past and think about it for the future of the kingdom." ”

"My most beloved person has left me, what is the use of this country, if I can turn back time, I am willing to exchange the entire country of Dieche for my love that should not be lost. "I don't think your deceased wife is in heaven to hear such a thing from you, for there are thousands of people in the kingdom of Butterfly who yearn for freedom and happiness, and they should all be favored by you, not just your deceased wife. "You told me to be quiet, I know that in your eyes private feelings are not the center of all feelings, and my deceased wife did not die for the revival of the kingdom of Butterfly, but you remember that my world will always have her mark, and even death cannot separate us. ”

"Monarch, I only hope that you will not be stuck in the quagmire of grief for a long time, you don't know how sad we are to see you like this, and your deceased wife is as willing to see you have a sunny smiling face and build a strong kingdom as we do. The monarch of the kingdom of Butterfly nodded knowingly and acquiesced to his thoughts, and he walked alone to the window and looked at the withered yellow leaves as if the greenery had recondensed on them, and in a short time another minister hurried into the king's bedroom, and as soon as he entered the door, the minister fell to the ground and cried: "Monarch, your father died suddenly last night for some reason, and we have found several of the best miracle doctors who have not been able to cure it.

The monarch of the kingdom of Butterfly fell into his chair, and he said slowly with a blank face, "You go with this minister first, I know what I am going to do now." At this moment, the black and white light crossed together and fell towards the place where the dawn burned, the throbbing flesh and blood swayed left and right in the chaotic space with the rhythm of the heart, and the king of the country of Butterfly Che slowly walked out of the dormitory with his head down, and in front of him was half of the flames and half of the sea, and he didn't know whether the flames were going to dry all the seawater or the seawater was going to extinguish all the flames......

The sad rhythm stirs the heartstrings of time, captures the traces of joy in the black and white gaps, the dull cry hits the ripples of flowing water, so that the silk threads of family affection are tightly connected with flesh and blood, hesitant steps, counting the points of growth and aging, slowly entering the imaginary dawn of dusk, cowardly will bewitches the kindest part of the soul, and then prepares to destroy the illusion created by the dream.

The cold current melts into the boiling blood, and it is impossible to distinguish whether it is cold or warm, the colorful and single are mixed together, and it is impossible to distinguish whether it is beautiful or ugly, the unfamiliar face looks down on the familiar fingertips and cannot distinguish whether it is friend or foe, the depression does not condense all the dark side as imagined, and the pleasure does not contain all the loneliness in the dark corners, and the power of all balance may come from the depths of the heart to go with the flow.

Lu Mingxuan, the monarch of the country of Dieche, has been depressed all day long since he heard the bad news of his father's death, he doesn't understand why the disasters of fate will come like one rolling stone after another, the shadow of death has to occupy the dock of family affection after hitting the high ground of love, happiness has gone back and forth from the end to the void in joy, birth and aging still adhere to the laws of nature, so that emotions bear the responsibility of degradation and redemption.

A few days later, the king of the country of Dieche ordered the soldiers to build a mausoleum for his deceased father, and the huge rocks overlapped one layer after another, changing the rhythm in the alternation of blue bricks and loess, and the exquisite murals stretched from the tomb to the burial chamber, driving the gray solitary shadow to the bottomless gutter, and the hot red cheeks against the blazing sun slowly dyed the sad tone with a harmonious light. And in the cold and cold country of Butterfly, everything is shrouded in black and white, and the people of the whole kingdom seem to have been attacked by a storm, closing their doors and windows, and the desolate streets flowing with fishy dirty water meet the desolation of another world......