Yinchuan·Jiewang
The bird in the sky leans on the clouds and returns to the distant sky. It sings in the wind and follows the world as it looks at the horizon. The clouds and mist are beginning to disperse, and in the hope of dawn, the celestial wind embraces the clouds on the sleeves, nodding and smiling charmingly; I tell you that I have no way to return to the world, and I stray into the clouds and dream to be surprised. However, I don't know what I am doing. The waning moon is cherishing me, the pines are shining brightly in Linchuan, and the dust of the fallen world is light.
If you hit someone, you will be destined for calamity.
"I never believe in the so-called destiny, I only believe in taking one step at a time and finding your own way."
They both suffered from injustice when they were young, but their destinies were very different.
Whenever he was asked where those blind eyes came from, Chen Luoyin just joked to the child beside him: "Because I accidentally looked directly at the sky, the sky punished me."
Why would God punish innocent people? But he smiled and shook his head and said nothing more.
"Is everything God does necessarily right?"
Yu Huaxiao asked such a sentence sincerely, with his hair tied up and his crown on his head. His hot gaze has been on those blind eyes for more than ten years and has never moved away.
God is not necessarily right, and people are not necessarily wrong.
Quite contradictory, isn't it?
I just believe that there is right and wrong, and there is a balance between them.
When he was dying, a magnolia blooming in the dim light fell in front of him. It was the most beautiful moment he had ever seen since he fell into the world.
"I want to admire him high, as flawless as the bright moon."
Intention: Destiny has its own destiny.
