Tales of Tianzhu

Fourteen years have passed. It is my favorite novel when I was a girl. It expresses the thoughts of many girls. I often think of the characters in it. I wish the author, wife, peace, happiness and all the best.

Staying up late to watch it makes you feel so heartbroken?... When I came to the comment section, I found that most of them were from a few years ago or even more than ten years ago...

To put it bluntly, myths also have educational meanings, so the love between my sister and Sadie is very twists and turns, which in a large sense implies that private lifelong marriage and relationships without going through formal procedures will not have good results.

Please update, please print and publish again! Even if I can't wait for "The Gita Leads the Moon to the Sky", I still want to buy "The Gita Leads the Moon to the World" (?????)

Ah, such a suspenseful extra is actually a scam.

The author writes very well. I read this book many years ago. When I read it, I particularly liked Uncle Yin. Now I feel that this person is simply terrifying and has a demonic personality. The Priest Immortal was no longer here, but at least he protected her body a little, but when he saw the Priest Priest's daughter who had fallen into the mortal world, he didn't take her away. Well, after all, there were interests to consider. He also analyzed that there was a high probability that she would not end well if he took her back, but before the mad princess died, he knew it clearly, and he didn't go to see her. It gives the impression that those who help him will not end well.

Finally finished reading it, and found that every character's story has a bit of regret that people can't help but care about, but can't do anything about, and it feels like a lump in your throat. Although the ending between Shiva and Sati is not the kind of happy ending that one likes to see, it is not too sad. After all, they have been together, and she returned to him in the end! On the other hand, Tara and Somo may be destined to have a tangled relationship (it got stuck in my throat in the end and made me feel so worried). Everyone knows that the ending is doomed, but we still experienced so much suffering in the middle. The once bright and clear moonlight was dusted by misunderstandings again and again; and Tara, from the tough and strong sister in my heart when I first read about it, was gradually stripped of her spirit and body and became a person who needed Sadie's protection... It is more like this emotion led them to destruction. Thinking that Somo had been lonely for so long with such a literary and artistic temperament, and lost his short-term happiness, maybe he should be happy that he was finally free.

It's been almost two weeks since I got the book, but I haven't actually sat down to write anything until now. Regarding the works I love, the already weak language and writing seem to be even more impoverished to a state of desolation. My mind is empty, and vivid scenes are constantly playing out in my mind, but I don't know how to express them. To be honest, the second time I watched "Tianzhu" in its entirety (sorry, I still call it "Tianzhu" habitually), the feeling was completely different from the first time I watched it two years ago. Some of the emotions that should clearly be vigorous in memories actually seem a bit desolate and inevitable the second time around. I don't know if it's because I knew the inevitable results from the beginning, just like Soma's ending was so natural and clear from the beginning. Yes, this text was probably ultimately written to Somo. Although maybe I don't like him that much, in fact this is his story, a story told by others and written by him. The worldly moon that bends between love and death and has lost its laws. [Love] - "He wants nothing but to be loved; apart from loving him, the world can't repay his goodness." Soma's appearance can be considered attractive. His handsome appearance, pure white clothes, and the light of the crescent moon are the softest reflections of his pure charm. It can even give Sadie her first contact with what can be regarded as feelings of love. The story of love at first sight should always be so beautiful and attractive. What's more, the male protagonist of this story possesses all the elements of romanticism described by the poet. The 27 moon palaces floating on the sky and the sea are the most solid proof of his magnificent love in the eyes of the world. He is Soma, the Lord of the night, and the bright moon in the northeast of the protector of the world in all directions. Every night his radiance fills the earth, easily making every woman look up and falling in love with chasing his light. It's as if he was born for this, longing for love, accepting love, and giving love. Then he reaches the full ambiguity of his life. However, everything is just an illusion. The light of the moon is just a reflection of the light of the stars. Under that light there is only darkness, coldness, bubble-like loneliness and eternal time. Underneath that exquisite appearance, which was naturally admired by others, Soma actually had nothing. I don't know why, when I read Somo's story again, I always have this question: Did he really fall in love with Tara? Just like the lingering doubt in Sadie's heart, has he fallen in love with her, or has he fallen in love with her out of habit? Habit, yes. Everything in life is just a habit for Soma. Get used to love and smile, get used to survival and wandering. The world he lived in was too lonely, time washed away some of it, memories became pale, and friendship became transparent. The only things that remain unchanged are the eternal sound of waves in the sky and the sea and the sole paleness of the 27 Moon Palaces. He had endured such an unbearable life for millions of years, and perhaps he had never thought of changing it. Every choice he made was forced, or pushed. Lack of ownership and self-awareness. Even the stories he told Tara were unconsciously filled with Indra and Asura, but not Soma itself. There is endless emptiness inside, and even the beating organ in the chest cannot be called a warm heart. When did it become like this? Since Indra no longer appears in his nakshatra? From Barani's funeral? Or did it start much earlier, when he begged the Blessed One for life? Such an empty life is heartbreakingly lonely. So Soma's pursuit of Tara, or love, may have become a necessity. So many years, so many things, this is one of the few things that Soma persisted in, one of the few things that he pursued for himself, not the gods, not Indra - his friend or his majesty. Even if there is still a possibility of happiness in his life, when friendship can be completely wiped out by the waves of the sky and sea, the woman who looks up to him like a bird in the ancient world will surely become his last protection and support, right? When he learned of Tara's death, Somo chose to join Burleigh's army without hesitation. Ushanas said that this was actually better, that he had finally found a purpose for his life. Yes, the power of love is so powerful that it can give all living beings the courage and ability to overcome everything. I can't deny Soma's love for Tara. However, no matter how great the power is, it cannot be the support of life. Love, too. The goal is actually always there and determined. His love for her ultimately became just a shortcut for him to reach that ending. [Death]——In the first and last encounter, he asked him for life and death. Soma's death was certain from the beginning. This necessity may be attributed to his tragic fate, or it may be attributed to his attitude of inaction in life. Even his quest for survival against Shiva is partly attributable to his lack of courage to kill himself. "This world is so sweet." - But the sweet colors eventually became the foamy paleness of the sky and the sea. He gradually got used to everything and got tired of everything. In the heaven where nothing can exist, persistence and pursuit are as meaningless as the foam itself. What matters is his faith, those nights when thunder and moonlight harmonized. His friendship with Indra was once so sincere and enviable. But in the end it was just betrayal, mutual betrayal. However, they couldn't tell who turned away first, whether it was Indra who was excited about the expelled Asura in Yongshou City, or Soma who returned to the edge of the Milky Sea and subconsciously could no longer give his friends the most due trust. Although neither of them could bear the weight of betrayal, they never thought about betrayal. They only believed that they were the one who was betrayed. Whether by time, by reality or by friends. A war and endless time can really change a lot of things, eroding the courage of the warrior and filling it with desire, wearing away the trust among friends and replacing it with humble loyalty and respect. In short, everything changed. Satili sat on the throne, put down the thunder pestle and held the crown in his hand. If Soma was Ashini, even just one thousandth of it would be enough to adapt to such a change; or if Soma was Urivashi, adhering to his own beliefs and principles in his own way—— But no, it's impossible. His life was like this, he was used to moving forward rather than pursuing. Moving forward more and more impoverished. The terrible thing is that time wears away the will to live, but it cannot wear away his memory. He could not remember the appearance of Lu Linni, he could not remember the faces of all 27 of his wives, and he could not even remember whether he had ever truly loved them. But he could not forget Indra's hearty and unrestrained laughter and those nights when thunder and lightning met the moonlight. When everything has changed, the memories of the past only reflect the increasingly cruel reality. That's all. So what else could he do? He couldn't change all this with his own hands. He couldn't solve all this with his own hands. Accustomed to being pushed forward by life, he has finally lost the ability to choose. He is tightly bound by his remaining faith, and the only thing he can do in the end is death. ——Because everything, including life, really has no meaning left. In fact, when I think about it, Soma and Shiva are really similar in some respects. No choice, pushed. Life is endless emptiness. It can be said that Shiva, who has everything, actually has nothing like Soma. The only difference is that compared to Soma who is bound, Shiva is still free. He has the ability to choose. What kind of contrast would he be? ——At that moment, his trident tore his body apart. Soma was his first and perhaps only friend. Did that kind of wish fall a little heavier than a feather in his heart and cause ripples? ——His death was without a smile or tears. It's just over. However, in front of him, his story has just begun. Dharma——What is your refuge? I have been thinking about a question, what exactly is the so-called "Dharma"? All the rules laid down in the Brahmanical scriptures? The eternal laws of nature that remain unchanged in the universe? Or is it a cycle of cause and effect where good and evil are rewarded? ——Of course, we may never get the answer. Everyone can have different answers. They can think that their actions follow Dharma because retribution has not come or has not come yet. They can also despise Dharma, like Ushanas. Because compared to everything they did, the so-called "punishment" was nothing at all. The so-called cause and effect cycle is completely unimportant after the purpose is achieved. The rules themselves are nothing more than tools set by people in the system to constrain people themselves. For people outside the system, it doesn't work. When Wanxiang discovered that the set of truths he had been pursuing had become so small and illusory in the face of war and desire, and could not bear the blow of reality, he chose a painful death. Tashta denied the existence of the Dharma when his son, who was noble and followed the Dharma but died without knowing it. ——If the so-called laws are really just the confusing ideals and rules described in dogma. I remember when I first watched Tianzhu, the most shocking scene before the Demon Dragon Chapter, apart from the renewal of everything, was the moment when Shiva killed Soma. However, this time, this plot brought me more sadness. Instead, it was the moment when Uncle Yin raised the thunder pestle again and faced Vritra that made me want to cry. Ah, yes. ——"A dream with only laughter, wine, brave warriors and dancing women." How could he tolerate this? If you have to find an opposite or reference for Soma, Indra can really be regarded as the best choice. They were once best friends, protecting each other but betraying each other with trust. One is lost in the pale waves of the sky and the sea, and the other is lost in the intoxicating and glamorous life of Yongshou City. The former was forced to live a vain life, and the latter was forced to become a myth called a king. When a warrior lays down his weapons and abandons his courage; when his life is filled with the flowers of power and beauties instead of exciting duels and hearty victories, what qualifications does he have to be called Satili? The goddess no longer danced the warrior dance for him, and the god of fire was no longer the emperor who was his friend. I can no longer laugh boldly, fight heartily, and follow my own will to sanction or pardon. Everything he was in reminded him all the time that he was the king of heaven - whether he was the one people expected or not. Therefore, everything he does must follow the king's laws. ——It is no longer the law of warriors. But that Yongshou City where "people only cry when they are smoked, and talk about death only when men and women are in love" is obviously his dream as a warrior! Is that why such a dream will collapse mercilessly in the reality of being the Emperor of Heaven? What do you want to believe? What did you once believe in? Are you still sticking to your unchanging principles for it? Soma didn't. What he wanted to believe, what he sought, ceased to exist long, long ago. What about Indra? Maybe it never existed before. A spine bent by power no longer has the ability to bear those dreams it once had. But after the passionate melody of a warrior's dance, I heard the thunderous roar of Indra, the god of thunder - not the emperor of heaven - tearing the world apart. ——"If I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time." Sometimes, the so-called rules may be just like this. I could never understand the final outcome and why Sadie made the choice she did. Apart from the so-called "love", what are the reasons that could make her give up her life? Beliefs, religion, norms. ——What restrains people is never just superficial abstinence, dogma or norms. True belief is deep-seated morality, and it can be anything from spiritual purification to conversion. Those principles that you are willing to believe in and take as commandments are the laws that you will never break in your lifetime. When these principles disappear, how can you not abandon your dharma? ——What exactly is the so-called Dharma? Does it really exist. Based on my current experience, facing such a problem is still just endless confusion and reverie. But I think at least one thing is that it must be something you are willing to believe and pursue, spare no effort and be happy with it. This kind of law is inclusive of everything but is different for everyone. In this sense, Soma, who has nothingness in his heart, may have really lost the ability to chase it... At the end of the first volume, a new world appears in front of Sadie, and the vast and deep world unfolds infinitely along her field of vision. The story doesn't end, it just begins. Love, hate, joy, pain, law. Everything continues to flourish in this nascent and ancient world. It continues to happen along their regular track. Thank you Yue Guangda, thank you for your beautiful stories, the world you write about and its variety. I look forward to the next reunion between Sati and Shiva. So I finally sent it... I wonder what JJ will get orz... Next time I will definitely write about Uncle Burley! Forget it! In fact, it is still a very immature opinion, and maybe it is OOC or something. I don't know how consistent it is with Yue Guangda's original intention of writing. It can be regarded as a kind of communication and discussion... [I really want to write a paper in the textual research style instead of such a painless and fresh thing, believe me QAQ! Finally, I wish Tianzhu a great sale! By the way, I'm looking forward to all kinds of abuse in the next volume! Hello! ←_←

New Year's resolution is an extra update

Will there be updates? Madam, after all is said and done, please write a sweet extra (?í _ ì?)