This king was overthrown by his own king, who gathered the people with new banners and trumpets, and then passed his throne to his children. His children may be wise or foolish, and they will repeat the previous reincarnation.
Civilization No. 103 Is like a flower that bloomed halfway and sadly withered.
At that time, maybe I was no different from you. Will be afraid of the night, afraid of wild beasts, afraid of fire, afraid of blades, afraid of clan leaders, afraid of scolding, afraid of anger, afraid of pain...
Even after all this time, I still remember the pain at that time. In the end, I couldn't see my mother's face.
Xiaoman didn't go to fetch water. She leaned outside the bedroom door, thinking that her feelings for her master were not that complicated, maybe it was just pure longing.
If I had no "value" like Shuangshuang, I would probably be treated like this.
I think there are always people in this world who are like bright moons, while others are like dark stars. There is no way to be fair and there is nothing to resent. I learned from my sister's books that "the only way to be free is to be free from worries." Unfortunately, my mother later burned all these books.
Only 40,000 to 50,000 years ago did humans with the same appearance as us appear. More than 15,000 years ago, we mastered agriculture and began to accelerate development. More than three thousand years ago, the technological revolution occurred. It was the most glorious era for us humans, but the price was also heavy. We used up the wealth accumulated by the earth for hundreds of millions of years to ignite the light for a thousand years. To the universe and the earth, that light is as short-lived as this match.
"It's so beautiful, but it's so short-lived," the girl said.
"Yeah," the woman said, "So you know how to highlight it?"
It would be great if the story ended like this. The boy, the girl, and the kitten went to the imperial city and lived happily together forever.
There is never forever, only my heart for you is true.
The willow branches by the clear water river have taken out their buds and are swaying gently in the wind. Yue Xie didn't respond to Qishui, turned around and left.
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Short stories.
Intention: cannot be empty