The Morning Glow Sprinkles the Pink Color

Author's preface: "The Poet's Eight Stories" one There once was a mad genius who said: "He who understands his readers will no longer write for them. In another century readers - the ideas themselves will stink." …… A poet came to the vast grassland. His eyes were full of determination to die. He looked up and looked directly at the dazzling sun, spread his arms to embrace the sunshine it shed, and began his speech: Ah! The galloping horses on the grassland live in groups on this vast grassland. Their strong and strong bodies are bathed in the warm sunshine. They lower their heads and chew the fresh sprouts on the grassland. They use their strong hind hooves to resist the invading pack of wolves. They gallop freely on the grassland. They are so lively, strong, intelligent, united and free. Ah! Grassland - grassland under the sun - horses galloping on the grassland under the sun, this is the home of the horses. Two On this day, a group of humans came to the grassland. They used nets to capture the horses galloping on the grassland, as well as all the creatures they thought could work for their pastures. The captured horses united and constantly changed their formations. They kicked off their strong hind hooves in an attempt to break away from the net that bound them, but in the end they failed. Because they accidentally hurt their own companions when kicking their hind hooves, the companions who were injured by the horse's hoof began to complain about their own companions. That's how they were caught - imprisoned in human pasture. Human beings are sincerely grateful: "Ah! This is a gift from God, a permission from God, thank God." Human beings use brick walls to enclose horses, and iron stables to block the sun. Human beings tied horses to millstones and made them grind every day. The horses can no longer gallop on the grassland as carefree as before - but there is still hope - some horses that are unwilling to be restrained and imprisoned are still kicking their hind hooves - although they are exhausted. In the end, these horses that still moved their hind hooves were regarded by humans as sick horses and starved to death or were beaten to death by humans as crazy horses. They were even treated as aliens by horses that no longer moved their hind hooves. Therefore, they were kicked to death by their companions with the same hind hooves that they had used to resist the wolves and break free from the net. Ah! Let us cheer for the horses that die while still kicking their hind hooves! Sing! Dance! Because they don't need tears of sorrow and full of anger - your sympathy should be reserved for yourselves. Three Those horses that did not die from kicking their hind hooves pulled the stone mill under the whipping of humans, and they gradually turned into docile and capable donkeys. They are confused, worried, and cowardly, fearing that their slightest mistake will offend the whip on human hands - but they still have hooves, but they have forgotten their existence. Their confusion, worry, and cowardice permeate the pasture, and a hallucinogenic poisonous weed sprouts on the pasture - it can make them hallucinate that they are still running on the grassland, and subtly poison their bodies. Now only poisonous weeds can give donkeys a sense of comfort. Poisonous weeds not only control the brains and bodies of the donkeys, but also poison the green and tender grass in the pasture. Relying on the love of the donkeys, the poisonous weeds began to crowd out the tender grass: "Are you a poisonous weed? You must know that only we are in line with the appetite of the donkeys. Get out of here." Humans also discovered poisonous weeds and the dangers of poisonous weeds, but humans chose to be with poisonous weeds. Complicity: "Although this poisonous weed is slightly toxic, it can make the donkeys sit in fantasy and grind obediently, and the donkeys seem to like eating it. Well, kill two birds with one stone." In this way, humans began to cultivate poisonous weeds, and at the same time, they also learned from poisonous weeds to crowd out young grasses. The young grasses discovered that not only the poisonous weeds hated them, but also the donkeys and humans they loved in the past no longer loved them. They were as confused as the donkeys for a while. Gradually some of the young grasses were assimilated into poisonous weeds. At this time, the poisonous weeds arrogantly said to the newly grown young grasses: "Go outside the pasture, you are not needed here." Four The tender grasses have withdrawn from the pasture. What is gratifying is that there are creatures outside the pasture that like tender grass. Ah! Smart creatures, this may be the best time for you to eat young grass. But dexterous creatures, will humans let you go? The creatures will inevitably be caught in the pasture by human nets, and the young grass people can only watch helplessly as the clever creatures outside the pasture turn into donkeys. The young grasses were angry. They quietly spread into the human pasture and said to the donkeys: "My horse, my body is the source of your unity and wisdom, so eat me!" But the stomachs of the donkeys can no longer digest these tender grasses, because it is easier to digest hallucinogenic poisonous weeds than tender grasses. Their time is very tight - they have to grind, how can they squeeze in more time to digest the tender grass? "You clowns and worthless things, what are you doing here?" The poisonous weeds and humans said in unison. In this way, the young grass was driven out of the pasture again. Five The young grasses didn't know where to go. They gathered together and thought quietly: "Donkeys, poisonous weeds, and humans have all rejected us. How can we realize our value and our role if we don't stick to them?" "Ah! We don't have to stick to them. Our values do not necessarily need to be reflected, because there will be many constraints. Isn't the reason why tender grass is tender grass because tender grass reflects tender grass's thoughts and pursuits? We should not be surrounded by rules and regulations, as if we have set up our own walls." "Show our true values, and don't have to stick to them - we are sure of our own value, and we are our own gods." The tender grass gathered into a towering tree, soaring into the sky. This makes humans feel a little afraid. But what is the cost of growing into a big tree... Six So far, all creatures on the grassland are afraid of human capture nets. They all believe that only humans are the insurmountable kings on the grassland. But until they saw the rolling dark clouds - black crows and crows, the dark clouds were filled with electric current, and were accompanied by rumbling thunder that pressed heavily over the grassland. Human beings have to hide in buildings at this moment just as creatures huddle in their nests when they are afraid of the net. A voice came from the grassland to warn the big tree: "O majestic and tall tree, how will you survive the storm? Human beings can no longer do anything to you, but why do you want to cause trouble again now? You have offended God! You should lower your posture, even if you return to Where are the young green grasses? How can you bear the punishment of the thunder and lightning? You should know that when the lightning strikes you, it will not only destroy you, but also all the creatures under you. Don't you feel any guilt when the creatures under you are about to be destroyed with you because of your actions? " The big tree responded to the voice and said: "Why does my existence offend God? Did God bring disaster or did it happen because of my existence? Is this disaster something I want to bring? Is it what I want to see? Is it what I want? When the lightning strikes me, am I the one who kills me? Why should I blame the culprit? Why does my existence offend God? Ah! Please convey my words to heaven for me: I am ready, and I am waiting for the dark clouds that cover the sky at any time - it contains a powerful storm, and I am waiting for the thunder of these dark clouds. The sound shakes my leaves; I wait for the strong wind set off by the dark cloud to beat my branches; I wait for the raindrops falling from the dark cloud to hit my torso; I wait for the thunder from the dark cloud to hit me to pieces! " …… Seven After the poet finished speaking all this, he closed his eyes and felt the gentle cool breeze blowing like a gossamer on the grassland - this was a sign of the storm! Several shepherd's sheep leisurely passed behind the poet, and they happened to hear the poet's speech. One sheep said to its companion with a smile: "Hahaha, another martyr is ready to die for morality. Hey! You clown who is trying to please others." Its companions sighed repeatedly: "Well, this is what the Buddhist scriptures say: 'If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell'?" After listening to their conversation, the poet turned around and responded righteously to them: "Fuck the martyrs! Fuck the Buddhist scriptures! Let the vulgar, lazy, and contemptuous onlookers rot with their words and deeds! Yes, I want to die. , But this damn thing is not me! I am standing here, standing on this endless grassland, standing in this place where the storm is coming. I know that when the storm comes, I will turn into a lightning that lights up the world and be destroyed!" Eight The poet just stood there, just as he said, his legs turned into tree roots, deeply pierced into the soil of the grassland, and his arms embracing the sun turned into thick trunks, spreading branches and leaves, and blooming beautiful flowers. He thrived and became a towering tree, attracting countless birds to build nests here; countless insects to pollinate him; and countless animals to enjoy the shade under his majestic, huge, and upright body. They live and protect each other. He just stood there quietly - the sun-drenched grassland was glowing with vitality, until the storm came... Introduction to this book: More than 4,600 years after Yangjun's spirit was dispersed, a war between heaven and demons broke out. Yutao, the flower god of March, died in the battle, and he made a will to appoint Tao Zhuo, the flower-sweeping fairy, as the new flower god of March. Fifty years later, Tao Zhuo left Jinhuaxiu Realm to travel around the world. On the way, he recalled his three previous lives and reunited with his former lover Qing Zijin. After returning to the Jinhua Embroidery Realm, Tao Zhuo missed Qing Zijin and went out to the Jinhua Embroidery Realm for the second time. He encountered heavenly soldiers in the misty forest of Qiong Mountain. He was later rescued by Qing Zijin and learned an unknown story... ————Divide————Boundary————Line———— You and I witness Tao Zhuo's past and present lives together. [Main Shou] Gentle Peach Blossom God Shou × Calm Big Ghost General Attack Warm reminder: 1. It is not recommended to read the first chapter [Introduction·Prologue]. (Emphasis!) 2. It will appear after a long time of attack. 3. Connotative transformation factors. (Reincarnation and the like should not be considered as a factor in sex change, right?) 4. Update from time to time. (Part-time workers, part-time workers, work-spirited, I only update my articles when I have free time from work.) 5. The article is more classical. (Because I was fascinated by classical novels before.) 6. The article quotes, appears, and draws on many ancient literary works. There will also be some descriptions of ancient costumes and opera costumes. Its story timeline does not correspond to any one historical period. Everyone should just regard the world in the article as another parallel universe with the charm of Chinese history! (Please note that there will be more to this point) Purpose: We should look at old things again to prevent them from coming back.