vrcanaries Chapter 179 Amnesia
Chapter 179 Amnesia
This chapter needs to be revised. You can read it later tomorrow~
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Shao Nan came to his senses at this moment...
Shocked, he stared at Ma Changyuan's delighted expression after receiving the flyer...
Is this different from his symptoms?
He glanced at Mo Weigan, who shook his head at him. He understood, suppressed his doubts, and continued to watch the show obediently.
The years have passed, but the image of you and I chasing each other at dusk still clearly appears in my mind... That is the most beautiful scenery under the sunset!
Missing you quietly spreads to the branches. I vaguely remember that under the blue sky, we were covered with the afterglow of the sunset, chasing and playing with each other... accompanied by green grass and flowers, let this scenery quietly embed in my mind, forever brilliant! We once told each other our dreams under the same blue sky, and laughter lingered in our ears, like a beautiful melody, rippling in our hearts for a long time... There are fallen leaves in spring and blooming flowers in autumn. Each season has its own unique scenery. We have walked through the crossroads of separation, and resolutely chose our own direction of progress, and decided to greet every gathering with the most beautiful posture! Every struggle process will fall and face ups and downs; but as long as we can find the most appropriate posture in the falls again and again, then I believe that we will eventually dance the most joyful beauty with the most beautiful posture. Carefully flipping through the negatives of memory, silently collecting bits and pieces of memories... The smiling faces of the past are vivid; the laughter of the past is still lingering in my ears; the happiness of the past has been fixed as eternity! Those short and beautiful moments are the most beautiful scenery in our hearts... The scenery is the best here! With blessings and thoughts, let us embellish a most unique scenery of our own! Let us walk this thorny dream road together, raise our heads bravely, accept the sunshine bravely, and walk to the end bravely... You know, there are many scenery on this road, no matter when, you must remember the beautiful scenery in your heart. I don't know when, the sunset has quietly hidden away, and I seem to see those smiling faces again... The scenery is the best here!
Nature is beautiful because it can give us delicious food, beautiful scenery, and bring people happiness and joy.
There are mountains and water in nature. In spring, the grass sprouts, the flowers bloom, and the mountains wear beautiful flowery clothes; in summer, the leaves are greener, and the trees are full of various fruits; in autumn, people pick ripe fruits and take them home; in winter, if there is a snowfall, nature will be covered with white, and we can have snowball fights and have fun! Nature not only brings us happiness and joy, but also makes our environment clean and beautiful. We must protect nature!
I am a young silkworm, slowly crawling on the mulberry leaves, chewing my food, drinking the dew given by God, and living a leisurely life. The mountains and rivers here are beautiful, and the charming scenery makes people intoxicated...
One day, I was basking peacefully in the sun, when suddenly a moth flew past me, looked at me deeply, and left in a hurry, leaving me to ponder over his eyes. What emotions did that look contain? Encouragement, contempt, disdain, disregard... I don't understand, but I began to yearn for the blue sky, and yearn for one day I could dance and sing in the blue sky! I began to eat mulberry leaves desperately, drink rain water desperately, and I desperately wanted to grow up and fly in the blue sky. Days passed quietly, and I struggled for my ideal. Gradually, I have grown up. That morning, I woke up from the pleasant singing of birds and found that I began to spin silk. I was so excited that I cheered, cheered for my growth, and cheered for myself to get closer to my ideal! Since then, I have been spinning silk desperately, because I have heard from the elders that only when you spit out all the silk in your body can you grow. I don't know if this is true, but it is better to believe it than not to believe it! For my ideal, any legend, any hope, any setback, I am willing to try! Day after day, I longed to spit out all the silk in my body. Finally, I waited for that day. I successfully spit out the last strand of silk and got into the "tomb" I built for myself. I lost everything in an instant, as if I fell from an intoxicating paradise into a terrifying hell. Everything around me was destroyed. It was dark inside, and I could only hear the birds still singing. Maybe this is "making a cocoon for oneself". I struggled to get out, struggled desperately, but it was just useless work and wasted time in vain, but I didn't give up until I closed my eyes... I don't know how long it took, I woke up again, thought of my dream, and started struggling again. After experiencing endless pain, I succeeded. At the moment I broke out of the pupa, I found that I had wings and I realized my dream. I sang in the blue sky that I had longed for, and I found that the scenery here was more beautiful! Maybe it was the "rebirth" after struggle that made me feel all the beauty! Only then did I know: the same scenery, the same world, only after struggle can you appreciate her charm and her temptation... I saw a young silkworm and looked at him deeply...
The leaves that have been green all summer have gradually turned yellow after a few autumn rains. Don't think about what day it is today, and it doesn't matter where you stay. As long as you have eyes to discover beauty, any place is a beautiful scenery.
One afternoon, I came across a flower by chance, standing pretty on a branch. The bright red dots were embroidered on the dark brown branches, the stamens slightly tilted their heads, silently revealing the flower affairs in their hearts, the petals slightly rolled outwards, and the curved edges gave people a soft feeling like waves. The closer to the center of the flower, the more intense the red, and endless vitality flowed in the blood. In the moment of looking back, she fluttered into my life, like a butterfly, perched on the branches of time. Stepping on the catkins on the ground, she looked back at me with a smile. Her appearance lit up my entire afternoon. I once lamented that chrysanthemums were appreciated by people because Tao Yuanming "picked the fence under the eastern fence and leisurely saw the southern mountains", and the lotus was praised by people because Zhou Dunyi commented that it "came out of the mud without being stained, washed by the clear water without being coquettish". However, whether it is chrysanthemum or lotus, whether they are endowed with the special meaning of hermit or gentleman, they all stand quietly on the branches, blooming their own flowers, before being recognized by poets or after being "famous". Just like the flower I met, her tentacles also carefully lifted the whole spring last year, dyed the branches and leaves red, and nestled in the wind. I didn't see it, she was still calm and calm, watching the heartbeat of people looking back in their indifferent eyes. In the days I don't know in the future, she will bloom, from early morning to the next dawn, flying into someone's dream, warming a heart. They all bloom for themselves, smile for themselves, burn the rosy years, and grow quietly. Sometimes the scenery will have a different taste because of some people passing by. In a season when the sky just cleared, running in the weeds with friends. The warm sunshine that has not been seen for many days seems particularly precious, the sky is light blue, and the clouds are solidified. The kite flying from somewhere is looking at us from afar. We lay on the ground and watched the clouds disappear in the evening, leaving only a crimson sky. That late evening was stretched infinitely long by the clouds, as elegant as a movie passing through the fingertips. As night fell, the pure deep blue gradually took shape in the dark red glow. This is April in the world, the season of spring fireworks. In the past evenings, my mother took my hand and walked on the grassy path. At that time, the cool summer air was filled with the spicy and saturated aroma of plants. Shallow starlight appeared at the end of the night. The stars solidified in the freehand posture of a stream suddenly stopping in the flow. It was as ethereal as all children's dreams. Memories were brewing in the scenery. The scenery became worth looking forward to because of ideals. I want to go to the north. North is a word that sounds plain and heavy. It embraces a large piece of heavy land, including those deserted villages, countryside and people, or flying geese. They have a long history, and under the caress and kiss of the sun, they remain unchanged, and their life and death are so light that they cannot be noticed. Just like the wind passing through the gorgeous fields. I really want to reach out and touch the season when the leaves turn yellow and the flowers fall, touch the door of the house with the red paint peeling off, touch the high gray-blue sky, the dry air and the fresh streets, the sweet fragrance of candied haws, and the alleys where children play faintly, which often linger in my dreams. I often imagine what the north looks like. The whistling whistle crosses the ancient land of the Central Plains and crosses the Qinling Mountains with occasional snow on the mountain tops. There should be low and dilapidated houses on both sides of the road, and perhaps there will be old people and children watching the trains whizzing by. I imagine the vast sunset on the Loess Plateau, the Yellow River like blood flowing after tearing the green skin of the earth, the endless wrinkles, the scattered and vicissitudes, and giving people a serious and calm comfort. Everywhere I look is full of my father's breath. If we cross North China, we may find warm fields and bright, saturated green, like full of hope. Whenever I think of this, I am willing to do my best to embark on the journey, and the journey will have a deeper and wider extension. The scenery is eternal, but it also contains people's beautiful memories and ideals, as long as we are good at discovering.