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Hongmeng has not yet been opened, and the universe is primitive. For hundreds of millions of years, the four poles will remain calm. The shaft is strange and the sky is open, and the sky is turbid and clear. The sun, menstruation, sky, and the constellations are listed. Smoke creates things, and the sun and moon shine together. The sun teaches virtue and accumulates a long history. Mythical stories last forever. -- "The Jade Calendar" The Beginning of Emperor Zhao's Chronicle "The Goddess Long Si wrapped herself up, disobeying the destiny of heaven, causing the Yin and Yang to change positions, the mountains and tombs collapsed, and the rivers boiling. To get into the wrath of the gods is to bring about self-destruction! God's will has been decided, and today the Brahma gods in the heavens respectfully carry out heaven's punishment and comfort the common people!" "The righteous path of the sky is too harmonious for all things, and there is no heroic soul or spirit. I, Long Si, am just a withered bone wrapped in my account!" Empty words At this moment, my face is hot and my heart is cold. You are looking at me, but I am watching the world. The goshawk goes north, the swan geese return south, the stars can be looked up to, the sea and the river are clear You don't want to enter my world, just like you don't want to believe your own eyes. If you have experienced all the vicissitudes of life in the wind, frost, rain and snow, who will wait in the shadow of swords and swords? Even if I am bruised and bruised, I will always believe in time. It has taught me to be strong in despair and become steel in strength. My love is red, my secret is black, just for the majesty behind you. Even if I am broken into pieces, I don't want to merge into mediocrity and watch the fire from the other side! "But what is the real light and uprightness in this world!" At the end, I was like a passerby in misty rain, with nowhere to express my sorrow and no one to dream about. A scroll of Buddha's Zen, half of the paper withered and flourished, and the soul has gone away. I hope that when I leave, there will be ten miles of red lotus to greet me. -- Time flies, in ancient times, it seems that descendants chanted a song to send each other off: The heaven and the earth are long, and all things are pure, Intentions arrive, and love dies. Knowing that I have sinned, only the Spring and Autumn Period.