Dorothy initially just wanted to save the lives of her sisters, so she had no choice but to accept the biting cold wind blowing from the mouth of the God of Death and embark on a thorny road full of thorns such as the return of death.
But if on top of this, there is love as pure and flawless as the moon, wrapped in boundless rights and desires, extending an olive branch to her, what choice will she make?
Is it to let the sisters live a life of fine clothing and clothing without worrying about food and clothing, marry into the royal family, and become a fake vase that makes people laugh all day long?
Or should they simply break the boat, unite all the forces around them to rise up and resist, break all the restrictions placed on women by feudal society, and build their own beautiful utopia?
Dorothy, Dorothy, my wise and fearless daughter. I don't know what kind of raging river you are, and your blue eyes that have never dried up even after being exposed to the scorching sun; I don't know how you touch the darkest and coldest salt swamp in the world, like the soft pastries cooked by Anna after cooling; I don't know how you drive nails into every rock-solid wooden stake, leaving no gaps for outsiders.
I don't even know how you live like a nail. Plunge into the Roman columns of the Church of the Virgin Mary in Dyson, plunge into the gaps between the sharp and erect fangs of the monster, and plunge into drop after drop of natural water that hides mysteries. Since then, wind erosion has not been avoided, and water has not been allowed to invade.
Holy Mary, you raised a genius.
Dorothy no longer believed in God and obeyed divine will.
Virgin Mary. Guilty body!
Give Dorothy the courage to sing loudly forever, give Dorothy the courage to cycle forever, and give Dorothy the courage to create infinite legends.
Let Dorothy come back for the fourth time. The fourth time the sea faced the sun, Dorothy's eyes looked directly into the scorching sun. Dorothy was not looking forward to the moon. If she had seen it earlier, she should have told Dorothy, whether everyone is excusable, whether they are born docile and deserve to be slaughtered by others, whether her sisters, who are connected by blood, will never have the opportunity to control their own destiny in their entire lives?
She never gives in.
#The plot takes the lead, and the emotional line gives way to the plot
#The world view is very grand, the heroine will slowly upgrade, and the female characters around her will spare no effort to shape her
#I have wanted to write a fantasy adventure story just for girls for a long time!
Intention: Heroes and females will live forever.
Reader comments
...... All I can do is silence, not a derogatory silence, but a silence that is so shocking that I can't help myself. To be honest, there are countless literary works of this type on the market, but there are really very few works of this type with a female perspective and mainly female characters. There are more male protagonists who are passionate and courageous, with fire burning in their eyes. People always burn with his belief and anger and become hot charcoal on the torch. But it seems that people have forgotten that the flames of women who are harshed by this world are stronger than men. Women who always wear iron shoes and dance ballet on the flames. Their anger and unwillingness are the fetal blood and fetal membranes that the world thinks are dirty, coming from the blood and hotness of life. This is the feeling this article gives me. The Holy Father and the Holy Mother must come from the shackles of sex, sacrifice themselves, be pure, and not bear grudges. The Holy Mother who is always beautiful and pure, the Holy Father who is always noble and has no grudges, must always live in the purest mold. , There must not be a trace of filth, but Dorothy is a human being, and her existence will not be depressing even if she is crawling in the mud. I think the names Dorothy and Annabeth are really "little bourgeois", the kind of children who are the clearest, who can sing nursery rhymes, and play while fetching water from the well. A child is like a pebble, living a stable and peaceful life on the earth, and Aiyaphalon gives me a feeling of holy water and dew, just like a statue of the Virgin Mary. She must be noble and ascetic, but she must not lose her allure. She must have all the good names, but She cannot have herself. To put it bluntly, she is just a flower on the mobile phone of a high-ranking person like the emperor. She can be rubbed. Even though there are thorns on the stem, she can also be played with. The emperor is the holy water, the holy water that burns all "filth" (common people). Dew is not sweet rain, but it will burn out the blood. "Why?
Why why why why why?
What did I do wrong to do this to me...?
Oh my God! God! Great Virgin Mary!
Please tell me why?
Dorothy didn't know under what circumstances she found the kitchen entrance, but the second before she stabbed the dagger into her heart, all she cared about was how to use the skull flower mark to return to the time before everything happened, when Betty and everyone were still there.
If there is a God.
God owes me this.
I want him to pay with blood! "
I like this section very much, especially the section later on about letting God pay with blood, the "nun" praying for mercy from the Heavenly Father, and the kneeling daughter, biting like a wild dog in another rebirth from the ashes. I love Dorothy's blue hair and the contrast with the anger, this piece is really brilliant! I feel that it will definitely become popular in the future... The writing style and paragraph links are really great, it is really a "story"... It is shocking to the extent that people are speechless. I feel that the teacher's literary skills have improved again, and I feel that the writing style of this article is slightly different from the past. I feel that it is The previous style was fluid, this one feels like the wind, and has the feeling of a knife edge, but Dorothy's countless rebirths are like rolling stones, stones rolling down the slope, potholes on the ground, irregular and sharp stones falling, "Gala, gala" The sound after sound is like an earthquake or a tsunami. It is the infinite anger in the little body and the precursor of the cracking of the earth's crust. They are just surviving without extravagantly asking for the red honey fruits. Dorothy and their lives are a bit like bread and black bread, even the black bread that is difficult to swallow. But being in the company of sisters has become a delicacy. As long as you are here, this is the eternal Garden of Eden. However, the so-called noble eyes cannot tolerate the humbleness of "rats and ants". They just think about the wine surface reflecting the golden crown, so the Garden of Eden is oxidized like a cut apple.
Ahhhh, I'm coming! ! Come on! ! !
There is really a fierce and continuous drum sound throughout this chapter, which grips people's hearts step by step. At the beginning, I suddenly thought of the title of the novel. She was overwhelmed. Yes, she was just a girl who worked hard to raise her sisters in the beginning. Suddenly, endless rebirths weighed on her shoulders. It's just that the surviving child doesn't understand any grand metaphors and repairs. Ci, she just felt that the lives of these five children were heavier than anything else, more than gold, more than the scorching sun, more than the thirsty throat; they had a greater impact on her pulse, as if her heart would only really beat when she heard the laughter of those children. And the scene when Betty sheds tears, there is always something like, ah... These are "sisters", not a blood connection, but a family relationship that exists between women in the world. The kind that is deep in the bones, I don't know how to accurately describe it, is the most gentle embrace between souls, like amniotic fluid. The peace of mind, the forever tolerant place, the feeling that the other person is wronged, the feeling that every woman is half of every woman, I don't know how to put it, in short, there is a feeling of being suppressed, I really like... And the relationship between these six sisters The series is really beautiful... Just like the feeling that the first chapter gave me, it is as beautiful as a fairy tale, and it is a picture book described with the most vivid and dazzling colors. This is why I like to get along with all women so much. It is because, whether it is a mortal enemy or a close friend, family, friends, between women No relationship between them can affect the deepest similarity in their souls. In this oppressive society, they must have similarities, good or bad, and what kind of consequences this similarity will bring, whether it is moving or cruel, it is a wonderful electric wave connection. And the following part about Anna really gave me a... Very complicated feeling. Anna and her mother are a typical cat-stepping effect, but who came up with the name "Anna"? It is obvious that Anna and her mother can have a good life, and they are in high positions. The male persecution has reached this point. I don't think my mother is a "bad person". She is more like being driven crazy. She may have had love for Anna before, and she may have love now, but life is too cruel. Love cannot quench thirst, but venting will make herself comfortable. She is already "crazy". Anna was born into the world as a "child of sin", but she is so innocent. I don't know if Anna has ever hated her mother. I just hope that Anna can live a good life with Dorothy and the others now. It's really complicated. I hope Dorothy and the others can have a happy ending in the end.
Sister... The sister who is destined to love everyone...
Wow! ! ! The freshly released third chapter! ! ! How do I feel about this chapter? It feels like a storm is about to come, a calm before the storm... There is always a bad premonition, like a child walking into a candy house. I really like the description of Luo Luo in this chapter. I don't know how to describe it, but I just feel that this child is like butter from Inner Mongolia, like salty milk tea, like the smell of lying on a cow, like grass chewed by sheep. It is a feeling that I don't know how to express specifically. "She is no longer the little girl who had nothing but curled up in the basement and prayed for her father to lend a helping hand." To be honest, how should I put it, it feels a bit, that? I don't know what the specific feeling was, but I frowned when I saw this sentence. The culprit was regarded as the savior. Ah - I really wanted to stab that scumbag to death (angry). It feels like this chapter is more like a transition chapter, but this chapter has much more action and appearance descriptions than the previous two chapters. This is a different feeling. There is a feeling of being in the woods, not prosperous, but you can smell the leaves, the heavy rain is falling, the sky covered with clouds seems uneasy, or the scorching sun in the desert, no matter Whether it's rain or sun exposure, it makes people feel tight. Panic makes their throats twitch, and the saliva they swallow makes their stomach acid rise. Instead, I want to spit something out. This chapter gave me such a feeling. I am uneasy about everything unknown, but I can see the beauty, and the floating happiness is like being poisoned by eating fungi, which is even more disturbing.
...... All I can do is silence, not a derogatory silence, but a silence that is so shocking that I can't help myself. To be honest, there are countless literary works of this type on the market, but there are really very few works of this type with a female perspective and mainly female characters. There are more male protagonists who are passionate and courageous, with fire burning in their eyes. People always burn with his belief and anger and become hot charcoal on the torch. But it seems that people have forgotten that the flames of women who are harshed by this world are stronger than men. Women who always wear iron shoes and dance ballet on the flames. Their anger and unwillingness are the fetal blood and fetal membranes that the world thinks are dirty, coming from the blood and hotness of life. This is the feeling this article gives me. The Holy Father and the Holy Mother must come from the shackles of sex, sacrifice themselves, be pure, and not bear grudges. The Holy Mother who is always beautiful and pure, the Holy Father who is always noble and has no grudges, must always live in the purest mold. , There must not be a trace of filth, but Dorothy is a human being, and her existence will not be depressing even if she is crawling in the mud. I think the names Dorothy and Annabeth are really "little bourgeois", the kind of children who are the clearest, who can sing nursery rhymes, and play while fetching water from the well. A child is like a pebble, living a stable and peaceful life on the earth, and Aiyaphalon gives me a feeling of holy water and dew, just like a statue of the Virgin Mary. She must be noble and ascetic, but she must not lose her allure. She must have all the good names, but She cannot have herself. To put it bluntly, she is just a flower on the mobile phone of a high-ranking person like the emperor. She can be rubbed. Even though there are thorns on the stem, she can also be played with. The emperor is the holy water, the holy water that burns all "filth" (common people). Dew is not sweet rain, but it will burn out the blood. "Why? Why why why why why? What did I do wrong to do this to me...? Oh my God! God! Great Virgin Mary! Please tell me why? Dorothy didn't know under what circumstances she found the kitchen entrance, but the second before she stabbed the dagger into her heart, all she cared about was how to use the skull flower mark to return to the time before everything happened, when Betty and everyone were still there. If there is a God. God owes me this. I want him to pay with blood! " I like this section very much, especially the section later on about letting God pay with blood, the "nun" praying for mercy from the Heavenly Father, and the kneeling daughter, biting like a wild dog in another rebirth from the ashes. I love Dorothy's blue hair and the contrast with the anger, this piece is really brilliant! I feel that it will definitely become popular in the future... The writing style and paragraph links are really great, it is really a "story"... It is shocking to the extent that people are speechless. I feel that the teacher's literary skills have improved again, and I feel that the writing style of this article is slightly different from the past. I feel that it is The previous style was fluid, this one feels like the wind, and has the feeling of a knife edge, but Dorothy's countless rebirths are like rolling stones, stones rolling down the slope, potholes on the ground, irregular and sharp stones falling, "Gala, gala" The sound after sound is like an earthquake or a tsunami. It is the infinite anger in the little body and the precursor of the cracking of the earth's crust. They are just surviving without extravagantly asking for the red honey fruits. Dorothy and their lives are a bit like bread and black bread, even the black bread that is difficult to swallow. But being in the company of sisters has become a delicacy. As long as you are here, this is the eternal Garden of Eden. However, the so-called noble eyes cannot tolerate the humbleness of "rats and ants". They just think about the wine surface reflecting the golden crown, so the Garden of Eden is oxidized like a cut apple.
Ahhhh, I'm coming! ! Come on! ! !
There is really a fierce and continuous drum sound throughout this chapter, which grips people's hearts step by step. At the beginning, I suddenly thought of the title of the novel. She was overwhelmed. Yes, she was just a girl who worked hard to raise her sisters in the beginning. Suddenly, endless rebirths weighed on her shoulders. It's just that the surviving child doesn't understand any grand metaphors and repairs. Ci, she just felt that the lives of these five children were heavier than anything else, more than gold, more than the scorching sun, more than the thirsty throat; they had a greater impact on her pulse, as if her heart would only really beat when she heard the laughter of those children. And the scene when Betty sheds tears, there is always something like, ah... These are "sisters", not a blood connection, but a family relationship that exists between women in the world. The kind that is deep in the bones, I don't know how to accurately describe it, is the most gentle embrace between souls, like amniotic fluid. The peace of mind, the forever tolerant place, the feeling that the other person is wronged, the feeling that every woman is half of every woman, I don't know how to put it, in short, there is a feeling of being suppressed, I really like... And the relationship between these six sisters The series is really beautiful... Just like the feeling that the first chapter gave me, it is as beautiful as a fairy tale, and it is a picture book described with the most vivid and dazzling colors. This is why I like to get along with all women so much. It is because, whether it is a mortal enemy or a close friend, family, friends, between women No relationship between them can affect the deepest similarity in their souls. In this oppressive society, they must have similarities, good or bad, and what kind of consequences this similarity will bring, whether it is moving or cruel, it is a wonderful electric wave connection. And the following part about Anna really gave me a... Very complicated feeling. Anna and her mother are a typical cat-stepping effect, but who came up with the name "Anna"? It is obvious that Anna and her mother can have a good life, and they are in high positions. The male persecution has reached this point. I don't think my mother is a "bad person". She is more like being driven crazy. She may have had love for Anna before, and she may have love now, but life is too cruel. Love cannot quench thirst, but venting will make herself comfortable. She is already "crazy". Anna was born into the world as a "child of sin", but she is so innocent. I don't know if Anna has ever hated her mother. I just hope that Anna can live a good life with Dorothy and the others now. It's really complicated. I hope Dorothy and the others can have a happy ending in the end.
Sister... The sister who is destined to love everyone...
Wow! ! ! The freshly released third chapter! ! ! How do I feel about this chapter? It feels like a storm is about to come, a calm before the storm... There is always a bad premonition, like a child walking into a candy house. I really like the description of Luo Luo in this chapter. I don't know how to describe it, but I just feel that this child is like butter from Inner Mongolia, like salty milk tea, like the smell of lying on a cow, like grass chewed by sheep. It is a feeling that I don't know how to express specifically. "She is no longer the little girl who had nothing but curled up in the basement and prayed for her father to lend a helping hand." To be honest, how should I put it, it feels a bit, that? I don't know what the specific feeling was, but I frowned when I saw this sentence. The culprit was regarded as the savior. Ah - I really wanted to stab that scumbag to death (angry). It feels like this chapter is more like a transition chapter, but this chapter has much more action and appearance descriptions than the previous two chapters. This is a different feeling. There is a feeling of being in the woods, not prosperous, but you can smell the leaves, the heavy rain is falling, the sky covered with clouds seems uneasy, or the scorching sun in the desert, no matter Whether it's rain or sun exposure, it makes people feel tight. Panic makes their throats twitch, and the saliva they swallow makes their stomach acid rise. Instead, I want to spit something out. This chapter gave me such a feeling. I am uneasy about everything unknown, but I can see the beauty, and the floating happiness is like being poisoned by eating fungi, which is even more disturbing.