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"All anchor links are completed——"
"Please repeat the guidelines!"
"Please repeat the guidelines!"
"Please repeat the guidelines!"
Li Rong only then realized that he was distracted, and refocused his attention to repeat the principles that had been recited thousands of times like a spiritual imprint. He endured the pain of particle collapse and reshaping, and recited them word for word in a voice that was compressed into a hideous and hoarse voice by the pain.
“The only rule for an observer is to respect time and escape paradox.”
Thus, the memory was obliterated by time and space, the figure lying on the hospital bed lost its remembered face, and everything here no longer existed.
"The river flows northward—" Corpses crushed into the surging Yellow River, flowing eastward, were coated in heavy mud and sand, their armor soaked in the murky water. Who could wash the blood from them, and who would never return home? Nomads from the north bank migrated south, cavalrymen from the steppes galloped across the yellow sand, and heavy snow obscured the dead and starving soldiers scattered across the fields at the end of the year. When they bowed their heads again, only the general had died in battle, Yumen had finally been breached, and the rations and forage sent by the military supervisors were unavailable.
"—Ten thousand mountains are covered with snow, the bright moon is dim." The breeze flips the book for no reason, and the cold window makes it difficult to reach the blue sky. Xue Congzhi is Xue Hengzhi of the world. He is destined to be a solitary crane and unable to win the chess of the world. How can the books of sages calculate all the events of today? Ten thousand bamboo scrolls have turned to ashes. Li Ziqu is just a wisp of breeze, mixed with the extravagant hopes of success and fame that are shattered in the blink of an eye. Congzhi, on which spring night will you die first?
"The lofty city walls are far from view, the lights already dim." Who says the Shang Dynasty's fortunes are over? How can the jokes of the streets reach the emperor's ears? Most of this is nonsense. Singing and dancing in peacetime, the wind blows across the bridge, while the world chases after golden pills during Qingming Festival. Since everyone eats porridge, all within the royal domain, one more song of worldly laughter, the palace's winter plum blossoms are clearly in bloom, radiantly brilliant.
"Even if I cover my body with a towel, I am still not as good as your noble dog." Mr. should be their Mr., "Like the earth and the sky, where is the privateness and kinship? Like the moon and the sun, only you are loyal!" It's just that I am blind in this life and have not been able to see Mr., I think a gentleman is not a tool, Mr. should be the most handsome person in the world, let Mr. do what he wants to do.
"The rich have wine and meat, while the poor on the road freeze to death." With his horse tied to a high building and a weeping willow beside it, how could Xue Heng be compared to a pedantic scholar? He could exchange this place for ten thousand taels of gold, but he would not be as good as Xue Congzhi. The north is in flames of war, the south is in rebellion, and once he leaves, he will return home, where he will be accompanied by wine and meat, find pleasure among flowers, and talk about romantic affairs, with no grass in front of his hut.
"The lone crane returns, flies across the vast sky again, and all the old people are gone"
"Thinking of countless withered graves, endless dreams, kings and nobles are just ants, they will eventually become dust."
Who are you, Xue Heng, Xue Congzhi?
Then who am I? I am a stranger in a foreign land who never returns. I follow the Wei River and die, abandoning the mountains and rivers. I am Li Rong.
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