The Celestial Grandson

Strange... The ending is incomplete, please add () Seven "Have you seen the morning glory on the other side of the river?" I asked him. "I've seen it before." Of course I knew he had seen it, but I just didn't know what to say to him. He stayed there and refused to sail. The scattered sentences are scattered in the cold air, like the waves splashing from the Tianhe River, and like the remaining snow falling on the iceberg. "Zhang Qian," I called his name, "your star raft is very well built. You are the first mortal who can float in this river." He said thoughtfully: "Ever since I was a child, I have dreamed of one day being able to swim far west and drift into the Tianhe River, all the way to the West Sea and Kunlun." "The Milky Way is not far, and the West Sea is not far either." I said calmly. "But, to this day, I still haven't found what I'm looking for." "What are you looking for?" He shook his head, maybe he didn't know. The banner of "Bo Wanghou" was flapping in the wind, covered with scars. This flag has experienced many hardships and disasters, but in the waves of the Milky Way, all traces of dust and blood have been washed away. "Grandson?" "Huh?" He looked at me, still saying nothing, his eyes were cold and bright. I lowered my head, but stopped, then moved the loom away and picked up the support stone underneath. "Is this what you are looking for?" He took it, his eyes lit up, and he held it carefully. Lying in the white palm of his hand was a dark stone that had been polished into the shape of an arrow thousands of years ago. That arrow traveled through the vicissitudes of life, and finally returned to the starting point of the legend. I only hear the wind in the sky, sighing like words, and the water of the glacier, singing like weeping.

Tiansun, the beauty in captivity should actually be Tiannu. My favorites are Yingying JJ and Cang Yue JJ. With the brushwork style of quietly flowing water, Man paints gorgeous despair. After reading it, I feel a beautiful and calm despair.

"I will follow the Milky Way and come to the West Sea to find you."

Yingying hasn't been to Jinjiang for a long time.

"I've never liked it like this, and I never will again."

It's this feeling, I finally found this feeling.

... It was like the beginning, and nothing happened. The desolation of silence.

Yingying's writing always has the magic power to move people.

Come down and take a look first, then come back to make up for the points, thank you!

Why is it so miserable?