The Forbidden Fairy

Xiaoyin·Bing This world is sick He, Su Guyuan, came to a sick world Human beings keep humans in captivity Oh no Maybe monks are not human Or maybe humans and animals are not human ... He, Su Guyuan, is not the savior He is just an ordinary person But he is guilty He is guilty of carrying a jade So he becomes stronger He has ambitions His heart is towards the road, and his ambition is in the sky So he becomes strong He struggles between life and death He survives in illness He rides on a leaf A small boat trying to subvert the sea He tried to tear the sky apart as a bird He is not a saint But the world is sick There is no room for people who are not sick So He raised the sword to kill the immortal World view This is a A morbid world, a brand new world view, where monks keep humans and animals in captivity through the cultivation of cause and effect, or in other words, they are ignorant mortals. They use the destiny of mortals to cultivate the path of immortality. They pursue power, crave for power twistedly and crazily, even if... They become monsters, one person is like this, and everyone is like this. However, ordinary people are short-sighted. They are content with the superficial calm and are happy with the benefits they get. They turn their eyes away from the darkness of the world and look up to worship the glory of the immortals. But that's not all. The strangers used their mortal bodies to fight against the monks, spreading their blood on the battlefield, but they were warriors, and even madders. This world is crazy everywhere, but it is also running morbidly, until Su Guyuan, who does not belong to this world, comes. Writing and Characters The writing style of this book is mainly steady and steady, with grass and snakes and gray lines interlocking, slightly suspenseful but passionate. All kinds of descriptions are the best in the new book. The male protagonist Su Guyuan is a nurturing protagonist. He upholds the values ​​of a normal person. He explores the world of this madman and gradually grows and transforms. He knows nothing about this world like the readers. This form of slowly unfolding the world picture is quite fascinating and has many foreshadowings. It is different from ordinary pure and refreshing novels and requires more thinking ( Although it is very suitable for raising children, new books can really kill you accidentally!) Everyone in this book has his own characteristics. Su Guyuan's violent beauty, Ning Bufan's elegant beauty, Chonghua's domineering beauty, and Su Wuming's indifferent and intelligent beauty add bright colors to the whole book. PS: Are you still not excited after seeing this (/≥V≤/) []

The author is here to give you a valuable suggestion. The description of the battle is okay, not too long, pay more attention to the plot, and have an atmosphere like in Spider Cave and Da Yinghai.

——You can clearly see the details, but you can't see the details PS: There is a secret! ! ! The background is conceived separately. Except for most of the settings, it has nothing to do with the original work. It is weird and suspenseful. It can be read without any difficulty even if you have not read the original work. The story is basically complete. Due to the space limit, there are some loopholes. 🙏{"TopicId":"847956314373750784","TopicName":"Idiom Story Award"} When he was seven years old, Su Mingming's legs were disabled. When he was twelve years old, he became blind and developed a "mind's eye". After seeing the truth of the world, he changed his name to Su Wuming. When she was sixteen years old, Su Wuming went to watch the sacrifice as usual. This was the thirtieth sacrifice she watched, and the sacrifice was Xiao Yu. The sky was as dark as ever, and a sharp voice of chanting incantations came from the high priest's wide hood, and he danced exaggeratedly and crazily. On the other side, the altar was covered with strange talismans, the dark pillars were engraved with twisted images of "gods", and the pale holy fire drowned Xiao Yu's figure. There were many townspeople gathered around, with expressions ranging from unbearable to indifferent to grateful, but they all just looked away indifferently, taking it for granted. There was also a little girl hiding in the dark and crying quietly. Soon the sacrifice ended, and Su Wuming keenly sensed that this sacrifice was different from usual - there was too little resentment. Looking at it this way, another sacrifice would have to be held tomorrow. She returned home calmly. The next afternoon, Mother Su shouted in the yard: "Mingming, aren't you going to see the sacrifice today?" Su Wuming frowned and said: "Go." "It's Xiaoyu. Didn't she ask for it? Don't you remember?" Mother Su said in surprise. Su Wuming did not answer. In the afternoon of the third day, Su Wuming went to see the sacrifice again, and it was Xiao Yu's. At this time, a foreigner came to the town. He was a handsome young man dressed in white and holding a long sword. He saw the sacrifices here from a distance, and walked over quickly, as if he wanted to join in the fun. When he got closer, he took a closer look and found that there was a person on the altar. His expression condensed, and he was about to rush to save people, when an excessively slender hand held him. Su Wuming said calmly: "Don't worry." He wanted to throw her away directly, but turned around and found a girl in a wheelchair with black cloth over her eyes. He was afraid of hurting her, so he had to press his urgency and asked: "What do you mean?" "If you want to really save people, come with me." After Su Wuming said that, he rocked the wheelchair and left. The foreigner glanced at the motionless figure on the stage and the burning sacred fire, and felt something was wrong. He subconsciously chose to believe Su Wuming, turned around and chased after her in the direction she left. "I'm Su Wuming, what's your name?" "Xiao Shishi." He couldn't help but ask, "What's going on?" "It's a sacrifice," Su Wuming paused, "Everyone in the town has grievances, and there must be enough grievances around the town to survive. So whenever someone in the town gets sick, they have to perform sacrifices to gain grievances. But they only think that sacrifices are offerings to the gods for protection." Xiao Shiwu looked at the black cloth covering her eyes and asked doubtfully: "Then how do you know?" Su Wuming pointed at his heart: "My heart can see." He wanted to ask something else, but Su Wuming suddenly stopped in front of a dilapidated house and said, "When the real insider comes back, maybe we can find a way to break all this." Soon, the thin figure of the high priest wearing a wide hood appeared in the field of vision. Su Wuming did not move, only said: "Catch him." Xiao Shishi rushed forward with a single step, and was knocked down by him as soon as he raised his foot. This old man was indeed as weak as he looked. Xiao Shishi opened his hood, his pupils shrank, and he let go of him in shock. The high priest's face was covered with shocking cracks, and black gas surged under his skin, showing the appearance of a two-part human face, and he also let out a faint scream. His face was ferocious, he couldn't stop twitching, and his cloudy pupils showed shock and anger, which was extremely horrifying. Su Wuming "looked" at the high priest on the ground and said indifferently: "What's the matter with the resentment among the townspeople?" The high priest's eyes rolled twice, and when he saw Xiao Shiwu's hand on the hilt of the sword, he immediately laughed twice, and a sharp voice came out from his throat: "Where are the townspeople? It's just resentment! Resentment! You are all resentment! You should not exist in the world! You are just monsters who imagine that you are human beings! Hahahahaha... You are monsters! Haha! Me too!" His expression became more and more crazy, and even the human face swimming on his face let out a sharp laugh. Su Wuming's expression remained unchanged and said: "Cut off one of his arms to wake him up." Xiao Shiwu raised the sword in his hand. The madness in the eyes of the high priest faded a little, and he shouted incoherently: "I say! I say! Because of sinners, you are all sinners! Descendants of sinners!" He twitched uncontrollably, as if the word "sinner" touched some switch. He crawled on the ground in an incredibly twisted posture, laughing nervously: "All sinners deserve to die! Jiejie, I am God! I am God! You all should be grateful to me! No! You can't do this! Innocent people cannot be sent to the altar! There must be another way! Hahahaha! Let's all die! Monsters!..." Su Wuming was not interested in watching him continue to go crazy, so he called Xiao Shiwu and turned the wheelchair to go home. Xiao Shishi's scalp was numb when he heard that the high priest was going crazy, and he asked: "Did you hear anything?" Su Wuming thought: "We are the descendants of sinners, and sinners should be people who have cultivated grievances. But the times have been too long, and the high priest has lived for an unknown period of time. I heard my mother said that she remembers the high priest being like this, and the grievances in him are different from those of the townspeople. The grievances of the townspeople come from the inside out, and he comes from the outside in. It is not only erosion, but perhaps symbiosis... But this information is of little use to the current situation." Xiao Shiwu looked confused, feeling as if he was not on the same channel as her: "What's going on now?" "This sacrifice has been held three times, which means that Xiao Yu has been burned to death three times, but other people in the town don't seem to notice anything. You are a foreigner, so you may not be affected." The fourth day. When Su Wuming got up in the morning, he found the sweater that Su's mother had put on her quilt. In the afternoon, she and Xiao Shiwu went to see the sacrifice together. Xiao Shiwu stared at Xiao Yu on the altar, frowned, and said: "Why is her expression so..." Su Wuming felt as if he had grasped the key: "What's wrong with her expression?" "Not only is it not painful, but it is more like... Compassion and sadness." "So that's it," Su Wuming was silent for a long time and said, "It is written in "The Holy One" that 'Those who have passed through the holy fire and have a pure heart are true gods.' Xiaoyu has a pure and kind heart, but after being a sinner, resentment enters the soul, and it is difficult to become a true god. She can only become a false god, so she cannot purify people. The grievances on them and her own grievances were too little to last long. In order to prevent more people from dying, she chose to go back in time and make the same choice every time, forming a cycle. To solve this situation, the true god must come out. " Xiao Shishi looked at her and said with difficulty: "Where is the true god?" "Me." Su Wuming said calmly, "My father is a foreigner, so the resentment only enters the body, not the soul. As a result, he has a 'mind's eye', blind eyes, disabled legs, and long-term illness. I have no resentment in my heart, no resentment in my soul, and I will become a true god after passing the holy fire." "But just in case..." Su Wuming interrupted him: "Even if it doesn't work, this day will come again. It's not a pity for me to be crippled and die, but the people in this town can't live like this anymore. They repeat it day after day. Even before this, they lived in this numbness. They didn't even see the color of the sky except dimness. They were indifferent to emotions. Sacrifice has become a natural part of life." She repeated: "They can't live like this anymore." The fifth day. Xiao Shiwu "persuaded" the high priest to temporarily change the sacrifice to Su Wuming. He held her thin body and walked up to the altar step by step, his heart becoming heavier and heavier. Su Wuming had no expression on his face, knowing in his heart that there was no chance of a comeback. The pseudo-god could not go back in time. He only erased the memories of the townspeople for a day, and then used the soul to create a body with her own memories. She didn't know the difference between the body with Xiaoyu's memory and the real Xiaoyu, but it turned out that even the body had such a pure and flawless heart that it withstood the test of the holy fire. Although it could not become a true god because it was not a real "human", it still made the same choice again and again. Moreover, she doesn't know whether the True God can completely purify the resentment here. She was not sure, she was just gambling. Her petite body sat in the holy fire, her bloodless face was indifferent, as if her invisible eyes were looking at the world quietly. She "looked" at Su's mother running towards her, "looked at" the indifferent faces of the townspeople, and "looked at" Xiao Shiwu's clenched hands. Fortunately, she won the bet. Xiao Shiwu looked at the surrounding townspeople as if they were waking up from a dream that had been sleeping for thousands of years. The sky gradually became blue and bright, and the depressive and dead atmosphere in the town was swept away. At this time, Xiao Yu smiled at the girl who was crying beside her. Her body became transparent, and her simple and shabby clothes seemed to shine with the light of God. She was a holy flower of despair blooming in the darkness, even though the real her had long since turned into bits of starlight. The high priest recalled those long-lasting youthful dreams. His old face was covered with tears. He had done countless wrong things over the years. Now, it should all end. He slowly closed his eyes, and the fire that should have burned out long ago flashed its last ray of light in the air. Xiao Shiwu sighed lightly, of course he knew that it was impossible for a false god to reverse time. He whispered: "God's will plays tricks on people. You can see clearly, but you can't see the details. If you have the chance, I really hope you can see this blue sky instead of this ugly truth of the world." "I don't know, after becoming a god, can you see?" Note: "Clearly discerning the smallest speck of hair" comes from "Mencius" "Clear is enough to see the end of the smallest speck of hair." The original meaning is that the eyesight is enough to see the tips of the fine hairs of birds and beasts. It later describes a person who is very shrewd and can see any small problem clearly. Another: 1. Fifteen is a not very smart character. He is just a tool to provide force value. He has no emotional line. He is obviously mine! 2. There are many hidden settings, there are clues but not written down. If you are interested, you can guess in the comment area. If you guess correctly... There is no reward, but you can post (๑ºั╰╯ºั๑) 3. Have you finished reading? After reading it, I obviously took him away first, hehe(~￣▽￣)~

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How can an active book club not have idioms solitaire? I am here to add a comment on "The Spring Breeze is Proud"

After hearing Su Guyuan talk about his past experiences, Ning Bufan, who left Siming City, came to the former Wushui Town on a whim. Here, there is a big tree with lush branches. Ning Bufan stood in front of the tree and looked at it quietly for a long time. This tree was transformed by Wang Yi. She originally just wanted to pretend to be dead and be a quiet tree. But Ning Bufan stood in front of him for too long. She could sense the sword intent in Ning Bufan, and knew that Ning Bufan was not a mortal, so she finally couldn't help but speak. "What on earth are you doing here?" Hearing Dashu's voice, Ning Bufan finally laughed wildly: "Haha, Ge, I've been waiting for you to speak out. Sister Ge Na told me not to speak up, but she choked me up." Wang Yi felt that there might be something wrong with this person's brain, which was inexplicable. But Ge Na knew that she was a mortal warrior who once worked with Su Gu Yuan. Therefore, the man in white may be related to Su Guyuan. Wang Yi thought and waved the branch: "You came to see me for something?" "Of course." Ning Bufan chuckled, "I heard that you turned into a tree, and I was wondering if there would be no one to prune your branches. So I made a special trip to prune your branches." After finishing speaking, Ning Bufan suddenly drew his sword, and with the sword light swaying, he neatly trimmed the big branch that Wang Yi had transformed into. "Damn it, you are poisonous!" Wang Yi was trembling with anger and the leaves were flying. Ning Bufan sheathed his sword, turned and left, waving his back to Wang Yi and saying, "No need to thank me, my name is Ning Bufan." This is the story of "the tree wants to be quiet but the wind is restless". {"TopicId":"847956314373750784","TopicName":"Idiom Story Award"}

——Ming Ming can clearly see the details, but cannot see the details When he was seven years old, Su Mingming had disabled both legs. When he was twelve years old, he lost his eyesight and developed a "mind's eye". He could see the truth of the world and changed his name to Su Wuming. When she was sixteen years old, Su Wuming went to watch the sacrifice as usual. This was the thirtieth sacrifice she watched, and the sacrifice was Xiao Yu. The sky was as dark as ever, and a sharp voice of chanting incantations came from the high priest's wide hood, and he danced exaggeratedly and crazily. On the other side, the altar was covered with strange talismans, the dark pillars were engraved with twisted images of "gods", and the pale holy fire drowned Xiao Yu's figure. There were many townspeople gathered around, with expressions ranging from unbearable to indifferent to grateful, but they all just looked away indifferently, taking it for granted. There was also a little girl hiding in the dark and crying quietly. Soon the sacrifice ended, and Su Wuming keenly sensed that this sacrifice was different from usual - there was too little resentment. Looking at it this way, another sacrifice would have to be held tomorrow. She returned home calmly. The next afternoon, Mother Su shouted in the yard: "Mingming, aren't you going to see the sacrifice today?" Su Wuming frowned and said: "Go." "It's Xiaoyu. Didn't she ask for it? Don't you remember?" Mother Su said in surprise. Su Wuming did not answer. In the afternoon of the third day, Su Wuming went to see the sacrifice again, and it was Xiao Yu's. At this time, a foreigner came to the town. He was a handsome young man dressed in white and holding a long sword. He saw the sacrifices here from a distance, and walked over quickly, as if he wanted to join in the fun. When he got closer, he took a closer look and found that there was a person on the altar. His expression condensed, and he was about to rush to save people, when an excessively slender hand held him. Su Wuming said calmly: "Don't worry." He wanted to throw her away directly, but turned around and found a girl in a wheelchair with black cloth over her eyes. He was afraid of hurting her, so he had to press his urgency and asked: "What do you mean?" "If you want to really save people, come with me." After Su Wuming said that, he rocked the wheelchair and left. The foreigner glanced at the motionless figure on the stage and the burning sacred fire, and felt something was wrong. He subconsciously chose to believe Su Wuming, turned around and chased after her in the direction she left. "I'm Su Wuming, what's your name?" "Xiao Shishi." He couldn't help but ask, "What's going on?" "It's a sacrifice," Su Wuming paused, "Everyone in the town has grievances, and there must be enough grievances around the town to survive. So whenever someone in the town gets sick, they have to perform sacrifices to gain grievances. But they only think that sacrifices are offerings to the gods for protection." Xiao Shiwu looked at the black cloth covering her eyes and asked doubtfully: "Then how do you know?" Su Wuming pointed at his heart: "My heart can see." He wanted to ask something else, but Su Wuming suddenly stopped in front of a dilapidated house and said, "When the real insider comes back, maybe we can find a way to break all this." Soon, the thin figure of the high priest wearing a wide hood appeared in the field of vision. Su Wuming did not move, only said: "Catch him." Xiao Shishi rushed forward with a single step, and was knocked down by him as soon as he raised his foot. This old man was indeed as weak as he looked. Xiao Shishi opened his hood, his pupils shrank, and he let go of him in shock. The high priest's face was covered with shocking cracks, and black gas surged under his skin, showing the appearance of a two-part human face, and he also let out a faint scream. His face was ferocious, he couldn't stop twitching, and his cloudy pupils showed shock and anger, which was extremely horrifying. Su Wuming "looked" at the high priest on the ground and said indifferently: "What's the matter with the resentment among the townspeople?" The high priest's eyes rolled twice, and when he saw Xiao Shiwu's hand on the hilt of the sword, he immediately laughed twice, and a sharp voice came out from his throat: "Where are the townspeople? It's just resentment! Resentment! You are all resentment! You should not exist in the world! You are just monsters who imagine that you are human beings! Hahahahaha... You are monsters! Haha! Me too!" His expression became more and more crazy, and even the human face swimming on his face let out a sharp laugh. Su Wuming's expression remained unchanged and said: "Cut off one of his arms to wake him up." Xiao Shiwu raised the sword in his hand. The madness in the eyes of the high priest faded a little, and he shouted incoherently: "I say! I say! Because of sinners, you are all sinners! Descendants of sinners!" He twitched uncontrollably, as if the word "sinner" touched some switch. He crawled on the ground in an incredibly twisted posture, laughing nervously: "All sinners deserve to die! Jiejie, I am God! I am God! You all should be grateful to me! No! You can't do this! Innocent people cannot be sent to the altar! There must be another way! Hahahaha! Let's all die! Monsters!..." Su Wuming was not interested in watching him continue to go crazy, so he called Xiao Shiwu and turned the wheelchair to go home. Xiao Shishi's scalp was numb when he heard that the high priest was going crazy, and he asked: "Did you hear anything?" Su Wuming thought: "We are the descendants of sinners, and sinners should be people who have cultivated grievances. But the times have been too long, and the high priest has lived for an unknown period of time. I heard my mother said that she remembers the high priest being like this, and the grievances in him are different from those of the townspeople. The grievances of the townspeople come from the inside out, and he comes from the outside in. It is not only erosion, but perhaps symbiosis... But this information is of little use to the current situation." Xiao Shiwu looked confused, feeling as if he was not on the same channel as her: "What's going on now?" "This sacrifice has been held three times, which means that Xiao Yu has been burned to death three times, but other people in the town don't seem to notice anything. You are a foreigner, so you may not be affected." The fourth day. When Su Wuming got up in the morning, he found the sweater that Su's mother had put on her quilt. In the afternoon, she and Xiao Shiwu went to see the sacrifice together. Xiao Shiwu stared at Xiao Yu on the altar, frowned, and said: "Why is her expression so..." Su Wuming felt as if he had grasped the key: "What's wrong with her expression?" "Not only is it not painful, but it is more like... Compassion and sadness." "So that's it," Su Wuming was silent for a long time and said, "It is written in "The Holy One" that 'Those who have passed through the holy fire and have a pure heart are true gods.' Xiaoyu has a pure and kind heart, but after being a sinner, resentment enters the soul, and it is difficult to become a true god. She can only become a false god, so she cannot purify people. The grievances on them and her own grievances were too little to last long. In order to prevent more people from dying, she chose to go back in time and make the same choice every time, forming a cycle. To solve this situation, the true god must come out. " Xiao Shishi looked at her and said with difficulty: "Where is the true god?" "Me." Su Wuming said calmly, "My father is a foreigner, so the resentment only enters the body, not the soul. As a result, he has a 'mind's eye', blind eyes, disabled legs, and long-term illness. I have no resentment in my heart, no resentment in my soul, and I will become a true god after passing the holy fire." "But just in case..." Su Wuming interrupted him: "Even if it doesn't work, this day will come again. It's not a pity for me to be crippled and die, but the people in this town can't live like this anymore. They repeat it day after day. Even before this, they lived in this numbness. They didn't even see the color of the sky except dimness. They were indifferent to emotions. Sacrifice has become a natural part of life." She repeated: "They can't live like this anymore." The fifth day. Xiao Shiwu "persuaded" the high priest to temporarily change the sacrifice to Su Wuming. He held her thin body and walked up to the altar step by step, his heart becoming heavier and heavier. Su Wuming had no expression on his face, knowing in his heart that there was no chance of a comeback. The pseudo-god could not go back in time. He only erased the memories of the townspeople for a day, and then used the soul to create a body with her own memories. She didn't know the difference between the body with Xiaoyu's memory and the real Xiaoyu, but it turned out that even the body had such a pure and flawless heart that it withstood the test of the holy fire. Although it could not become a true god because it was not a real "human", it still made the same choice again and again. Moreover, she doesn't know whether the True God can completely purify the resentment here. She was not sure, she was just gambling. Her petite body sat in the holy fire, her bloodless face was indifferent, as if her invisible eyes were looking at the world quietly. She "looked" at Su's mother running towards her, "looked at" the indifferent faces of the townspeople, and "looked at" Xiao Shiwu's clenched hands. Fortunately, she won the bet. Xiao Shiwu looked at the surrounding townspeople as if they were waking up from a dream that had been sleeping for thousands of years. The sky gradually became blue and bright, and the depressive and dead atmosphere in the town was swept away. At this time, Xiao Yu smiled at the girl who was crying beside her. Her body became transparent, and her simple and shabby clothes seemed to shine with the light of God. She was a holy flower of despair blooming in the darkness, even though the real her had long since turned into bits of starlight. The high priest recalled those long-lasting youthful dreams. His old face was covered with tears. He had done countless wrong things over the years. Now, it should all end. He slowly closed his eyes, and the fire that should have burned out long ago flashed its last ray of light in the air. Xiao Shiwu sighed lightly, of course he knew that it was impossible for a false god to reverse time. He whispered: "God's will plays tricks on people. You can see clearly, but you can't see the details. If you have the chance, I really hope you can see this blue sky instead of this ugly truth of the world." "I wonder if you will be able to see it after you become a god?"

This book is very innovative, worthy of someone who can publish a physical book

A master of physical books, good but not popular

{"TopicId":"847956397190414336","TopicName":"Pulse Story Solitaire"} Spring is warm, flowers are blooming, spring is returning to the earth, the spring breeze is blowing, and the four seasons are like spring. Following the brisk pace of Miss Chun, the green grass broke through the soil, secretly emerging from the soil, tender and green. In the park, you can see these tenacious grasses everywhere. In summer, it's rain that's falling; in autumn, it's yellow leaves falling to the ground; in winter, it's goose-white snowflakes that are falling. Only spring, the most incredible spring, raises the miracle of life like a blazing flame, which is lively and intoxicating, and even more dazzling. I hope that her grass will grow with orioles flying, and the silk ribbons will flutter the embankments. I hope that her thousands of trees and flowers will ripple on the blue waves. I hope that her orchids and cypresses will moisten things like crisps. I hope that her spring garden will be full of flowers, and the fall of red will be like rain. Now, spring has arrived. Spring is the most beautiful season of the year. Throughout the ages, people have used almost all beautiful words and poems to describe and praise spring. Spring brings vitality and hope to people. Spring warms the heart and spleen, "My clothes are wet with the rain of apricot blossoms, and the willow wind blows on my face without chilling." Spring is fleeting, "The flowers in the forest fade away in a hurry." Therefore, "There are flowers that can be broken, but they must be broken, and don't wait for the flowers to fall. The branches are broken." Spring is cool and moist, "The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, and the color of the grass looks far away but not close." In spring, the wine is fragrant, "I asked where the restaurant is, and the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village." In spring, the soul is haunted by dreams, "Where does spring go? I am lonely and have no way to travel. If someone knows where spring goes, call it back and live with it." ... When spring comes with her unique warmth like a tide, it can also make people soul-breaking. Spring is definitely a canvas soaked in the color of life. Fresh green, tender green, bright green, emerald green, eyes full of green, gentle to our sight. There are also a little bit of red, a little yellow, a little pink, and a little purple flashing like stars, which also surprise our eyes. So, let's start walking in spring. Stepping on her soft soil, I realized that the hotbed of life can be so plain. As long as the old man of the season arrives, all the sleeping seeds can be nurtured here and give life a changing attitude. Spring is definitely a picture full of prosperity of life. Whether it breaks out of the ground or is in bud; whether it stretches slowly or slowly flows; whether it is silent or whispering, as long as the old people of the seasons open the curtain of spring, they will use their own unique way to perform the magical vitality of nature here. So, start roaming in spring. Covered in soft spring light, let the slightly sweet wind pass by. You will realize that the breath of spring actually contains the most touching tenderness. You will also feel that nature is a strange mother. She actually chose to give birth to all kinds of life at the end of winter when everything is bleak, allowing them to embrace each other in the most tender first ray of spring and bring infinite vitality to the world. Spring is also a gallery showing the magic of life. You see, every kind of life has its own specific form, and each specific form contains specific life information. Whether they are tall or weak, they all have to go through the process of life and death, and there are also seasons of childishness and maturity. Whether it is eye-catching or unremarkable, they must follow that specific seasonal trajectory and complete a feat of life in their own specific living space. Regardless of whether they are famous or not, whether they are born in a rich home or grow in barren sandy soil, all, all, all the things that sprout in spring use their own unique way and use all their enthusiasm to compose an ode to life. This is spring. Because of the chorus of life that sprouts here, I really feel a magical beauty. The warm spring breeze is coming. It is like an innocent and lively little girl, carrying a colorful magic pen and drawing happily everywhere. The spring breeze flew over the earth, and the earth turned into a fresh picture: new shoots sprouted stubbornly on the stubble of grass and trees that had been harvested by people. Without artificial cultivation, they grow in the spring breeze. The earth has turned green, setting off red, white, yellow, purple... Colorful wild flowers, how beautiful! When the spring breeze blows, the fresh scent of flowers and plants penetrates directly into people's hearts. No matter who it is, they will take a deep breath and feel as happy as drinking nectar. How cool! After the rain, the sky clears, the sun passes through the rainbow, and the endless rays of light shine on the spring earth, and everything on the earth is full of vitality. The grass on the ground was wet with thin young leaves, and the trees with green branches and leaves looked as green as if they had just taken a bath. Birds sing happily on the branches, which makes people feel happy; bees come out to collect nectar, and they fly from this bunch of flowers to that bunch of flowers. The happiest children are the children in the sun. Some of them are chasing and jumping, some are singing and dancing, and some are flying kites in the blue sky. It is another thriving picture. However, the most distinctive thing is the spring rain, which falls very ordinary. It seems that Miss Chun is still young, and she will cry loudly whenever anyone touches her, but she is still young after all, and her crying is not as fierce and cruel as in summer. She seems to be bathing human beings, washing away their previous difficulties and shortcomings, and helping people realize their beautiful wishes. In the morning, a piece of fresh air blows into your nostrils, making you feel comfortable. Walking on the grass will make you forget the sadness of the past, give you the courage to continue fighting for life, and face everything today bravely, so that you will not feel any fear. At noon, a slant of sunlight shines directly into your eyes, allowing you to put aside the coldness of the morning and fill your body with energy, allowing you to study or work more seriously, be more careful, work harder, and be more efficient. When you eat, chat or do anything else while bathing in the noon sunshine, you will feel very refreshed and comfortable. In the evening, a red sun sets on the top of the mountain. If you are free, you can go for a walk on the country road after dinner and enjoy the red sun. You will feel very beautiful and let you have sweet dreams at night. At night, a gentle breeze blew slowly through the window, as if there was a "willow breeze blowing on my face without chilling my face". But if you step outside, you will feel like "the spring breeze in February is like scissors." When you sleep, the wind continues to blow, and you listen to it, like an intermittent lullaby, letting you sleep sweetly. It was a sunny day in spring. Let people live in heaven one day.

This book is like the Book of the Dead, with a straight line. If it matches the brain waves, it is like fairy grass. If it doesn't match, it will be unreadable.

This book is bound to be popular, it is very interesting to read

You can read this book, it's really good. It's considered grass jelly (for now)