I never sought to vie for spring; let all the flowers envy me. Though scattered, ground into mud and dust, the fragrance remains as before.
“Vie for spring? I wouldn't stoop to doing something so boring. Besides, who in this world could compete with me for spring? Who's even qualified to? All they can do is envy me. Even if I turn into a lump of rotten mud, it'll be the same!” Arrogant and conceited. Hey, buddy, I don't think that's what the poem means! And you even have such a poetic name: Ling Luo. A domineering queen who drags an unlucky uke around as her slave, and a big bad wolf who seems gentle and kind, like a little lamb.
The story of one of the babies in Jia Hong Ling Zi Ming. Hehe, I don't need to say who, do I?
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Link to the rewritten new story: Ling Luo Chen Ni
The moon at the bottom of the pit is extraordinarily beautiful...
Beauty, we want to read the full text! I like Xiaohanhan
The pit is deep. Put your hand in front of your eyes and you can see a little glimmer on the nails. Hold your breath and hear your heartbeat. So I hugged my knees tightly and sat at the bottom of the pit, looking up at a 45-degree angle to the sky. Legend has it that in this posture, you can see renewed light. Everyone is talking about the renewed light. I think it neither belongs to today nor tomorrow. It only appears at the time it should appear and stays where it should stay. In just a short moment, the weak white light warms the dark bottom of the pit and illuminates everyone's gaze. So they said legends yesterday, today, tomorrow... Legends are floating in every corner. "Are you new here?" Someone asked me. "Yes!" "You looked good climbing down!" I think she is praising me. I always do this, climbing from the bottom of one pit to the bottom of another pit. I am used to climbing, so I am very skilled. "Climb out together and take a breath?" She invited me like this. "No, thank you!" I was tired from climbing and wanted to rest at the bottom of this pit. There are pits on the ground at any time. When you climb out, you don't know which step ahead will lead you to fall into the next pit. I looked up at her posture as she climbed out, heading towards hope step by step, and heading towards the bottom of the pit step by step. There was numbness, fatigue, and struggle. So someone goes out and someone comes in again. "Hello!" "Hello!" "Is it comfortable to squat?" "My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later!" "Lie down!" "Are you going out too?" "Yes, maybe there will be a new world in the next pit!" You see, people can never give up hope. So, I crawled. I crawled all over the pit. I'm still at the bottom of the hole. Crawling requires such a posture, with hands on the ground and legs kneeling on the ground. This is really not a pleasant posture, but when crawling, my eyes are infinitely close to the bottom of the pit, looking at every place over and over again, like a cow chewing its cud, chewing every word. I have forgotten the initial taste. What I am waiting for is tomorrow's food. I am a fish with my head raised, constantly devouring, never stopping, until the day when the food suffocates me to death. But what I use more is the "squatting" posture. This is a posture soaked in the blood and engraved in the bones. This is the posture in which I keep looking up. This is a 45-degree posture toward the sky. It is said that there is a creature called a bird in the sky. They come and go freely and are never restrained. Their wings are spread out and their bodies are light. I think they will definitely not be able to learn the "squat" movement. No part of their bone structure is designed for squatting. Creation is so discriminating against them that you can hardly imagine how much fun they have in living. Maybe one day you will meet me squatting at the bottom of a pit. I look up to the sky and cry in the wind; Maybe one day you will meet me crawling around, with long hair and fallen nails. Climb towards you step by step, pass through your black hair, my hand, pass through your network cable, my resentment, do you know who I am? = =, Please feel free to share it. . . . . . . . This was transferred from the hands of a squatting Rapeseed Flower TX. . .
My lord!!! Update it quickly, I've been waiting for several years 55555555555
… How could this be possible, to give up the pit?
I've rewritten it all
Raise your hand and ask: What do you mean - abandon this trap? Yes or no?
Raise your hand to ask: What do you mean - abandon this trap?
I've rewritten it. Alas, I've written so much that I don't want it anymore. I have to write it again slowly. Alas.
It's indeed not easy. I'm finally going to write it. I almost forgot about this pitfall.