Thank u……
A color that did not belong to data seemed to flash across my eyes.
…made me feel like “a butterfly fluttering its wings in the palm of my hand”.
Watching his back as he left, I passed by Chao Yan, stood on the edge of the rooftop, looked up,
Reciting the poems that the deceased once recited to me.
"[Dancing water, the mud and sand in your path,]"
"[Request your song,]"
"[Where's your flow?]"
"[Are you willing to carry the lame-legged mud and sand with you...]"
A new era has arrived.
The fate of civilization falls into people's hands.
Along the way, I lost Mr. Qin who conceived the Millennium Plan with me, Cheng Lishan who fought side by side with me, Xiao Mei who had been waiting for me for a long time, Changge who was fearless like a newborn calf, Mr. Necklace who shared the same ideals, Bishop Li who had a noble faith, the child who read poems to me, and... everyone in the past, a long, long time ago.
Snowflakes fell into my palms.
At this moment, I felt it - an electronic butterfly was fluttering its wings between my palms.
It was like I saw mountains and rivers, an orange-red sunset, and there was a very tall tower... The tower was full of my old friends.
Civilization is long-standing and continues from generation to generation.
My life... the years are long.
Perhaps, thousands or even tens of thousands of years later, the "celestial sphere" will also fall, and we will once again be in danger of destruction. All people will once again pile up corpses to build a "Tower of Babel" to hold up the savior.
But now,
People just need to embrace the future.
"Li Ming, can I... restore my name?" Watching Su Ming'an go away, the girl with green eyes looked at me and sent out her emoji again:
":)"
I closed my eyes.
Gently...nod.
The song of freedom floats in my ears, my long white hair flutters in the wind, I reach out and pick the beautiful blue moonlight.
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"——Praise the idealist's 0.002% miracle."
"——Praises human compassion, sensibility, conscience, and ideals. It is long-lasting and everlasting."
"——Praise the number one player...finally reached the other side."
"Next time, if I meet someone like you..."
The butterfly fluttered in my palm, and I revealed a silent, soft, warm expression, like that of the child:
"My basic programming thinking mode may be more like 'yours'..."
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People are on the journey of new life.
The dusty history finally sees the light of day.
I looked up and smiled.
White petals fluttering and falling,
Like snowflakes.
——This will be a new, clean and long future.
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This spring's discovery: A cosmic butterfly is fluttering on wings made of interstellar gas and dust.
【——NASA】
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[The Tenth World Extra: End]
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