Stories About the Great Wilderness, Mountains and Seas Sinking Boats

When I was young, I always felt that there was a hero living in my heart, Box What is locked inside is the devil. When you grow up, you realize that the devil is inside you. It is the devil who lives, the hero is locked in the box, father In the box, there are wooden swords, wooden knives, wooden locks, wooden guns, that The little wooden sword that I got tired of playing with when I was a kid was also lying inside. Just like when I was a child, I dreamed of carrying swords in the arena and drinking from horses everywhere, As if dead. How long has it been since we were ourselves?