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You probably think about a lot of things, but you are too eager to show them. You wrote so many stories at the beginning, trying to cover everything, but it is a little messy. Let's see what others write first.
Here are some good beginnings:
This is a fateful invitation, an eternal touch,
This is a virtual world experience, and this is a deeply grieved emotion.
In the past years, are there still cranes flying freely in Shushan, and can those accompanying footprints in the snow still travel together all over the world? It's a promise, scattered at the moment when snowflakes are dancing. It's a dream that is reincarnated in fate. I hope there will never be a moment to wake up in the past life and the next life ...
Eight years ago, I met her unexpectedly in the game. She is not beautiful, and her face is still fresh and tender, but she has a strong power to touch people's hearts. What she sends out is nothing but insignificant power, but it can arouse the vibration of my heart. I know that she is a 1% girl to me.
I took her hand and met in front of the dim computer screen, listening to her tell me a sad and touching story. I don't care that the flashing street lamps outside the window have disappeared into the mist of morning light, and I don't care that they light up again in the lonely night. So I listened to her without sleep, immersed in the hero's grievances and sorrows in the story, and the imperial sword flew in the mysterious Shushan and Miaojiang ...
One day when the story was finished, when she calmly told me the ending of the story, my tears fell with the tragic fate of the hero. I took her hand and didn't believe that the story would end like this. I asked her to tell me that the boys and girls in the story would live happily together, but all this has changed. I wouldn't let her go and told her that I could never lose her again. I hoped this miraculous encounter would last forever, but she told me that she would tell this story to more people. In the game, she told me that if we are destined to be lovers, then we will meet somewhere one day and continue our friendship. She just disappeared in my sight, leaving only the song floating in the wind: "If you don't look back, why not forget?". Since there is no chance, there is no need to swear. Today, all kinds of things are like water. Tomorrow evening, you are a stranger. "
Eight years have passed. I walked through the familiar streets and mazes in the twilight of the game and suddenly passed a girl. In this burning sunset, I suddenly remembered something: my dream that I have never realized in eight years seems to have been lost somewhere long ago. At the moment when my calm heart rippled again, I turned around and she stood there with the same faint sadness as eight years ago, letting the north wind blow her messy long hair: "Yes, I'm back."
The Legend of the Sword and the Chivalrous Man, I have been waiting for you for eight years, and now, you finally come back.
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Theme: The Legend of the Witch Moon
The first part of the flower blooms side by side
Copyright: Liu Min 1797 Original submission time: 21: 59: 31 January 24th
Introduction
Falling in England, Heming, Zhishuo, Shenmulin.
Everything in the mottled tree shadow. The laughter like a silver bell overflows the lips lightly, as sweet and comfortable as a mountain spring in the forest. "Qing Er, stop that now. Your mother is waiting for you. The celebration will be held tomorrow. Why don't you prepare ... ouch!" The girl who chased after her was wearing a Miao costume, complaining while running, but she didn't pay attention to her feet. She fell down. The girl named Qing Er in front rushed back to help A Man: "A Man is good, it's Qing Er's fault, promise. I'll put the phoenix feather on your head. Look, how beautiful A Man is." As he spoke, he dried A Man's tears. A Man turned from anger to joy, pulled up Qing Er and ran out of the Shenmu forest together, leaving warm sunshine and innocent laughter echoing through the forest.
Qing Er, an innocent girl, is also a wizard with magical power, and she is the guardian and hope of the whole scenic area. Tomorrow, she will be the priest of Baimiao at the age of fifteen, and bless her people with good weather, abundant crops, peace and happiness. What kind of fate will it be waiting for her ...
The first part of the flowers are blooming side by side
The first chapter is devoted to flowers
Ye Sheng, deer, birds and songs.
It's still the sacred forest. After a year's hurry, the territory of Baimiao is really more prosperous. Everyone has a smile on his face, and even the originally peaceful sacred forest has become very lively. However, the hero of all this has become quiet. At the moment, she is sitting on the big stone by the peach blossom spring, tearing the petals of camellia gently, letting it slip through her fingers, and with the memory of these 16 years, she goes down with the waves to find the fragrant hills on the horizon.
A year's time is not long or short, but it means too many changes for a young girl, especially a young girl with a heavy responsibility like Qing Er. Today's Qing Er, completely childlike, is replaced by the mature, kind-hearted brilliance rippling on the beautiful face. Inadvertently, her eyes and eyebrows reveal a touch of sadness. It's not that she is dissatisfied with her present position. She deeply loves everyone around her and the kind people all over the world. As a descendant of the Nuwa family, her strong maternal instinct makes her like to help and take care of everyone around her, even at the expense of herself. However, she is still a girl, but she has to feel helpless and lonely at the top, and she is grateful and grateful to countless friends and elders every day. Even Mammy, who brought himself up, and A Man, a childhood playmate, became respectful.
Today is Qing Er's 16th birthday. Bai Miao's people celebrate it as a grand festival. The people who just sent off the congratulations just want to stay alone in the undisturbed sacred forest, restore the carefree girl's feelings and enjoy a little indulgence, because her brother Shi will come soon. He promised, but he never broke his promise to Qing Er.
Brother Shi, whose real name is Shi Shouzhong, is in his thirties, but because of his parents, Qing Er only called him "Brother". Brother Shi watched Qing Er grow up, took care of Qing Er and played with Qing Er as if he were his own brother-at least Qing Er thought so.
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The Legend of the Fairy Sword-Heart Flute
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"Brother Li, I'm leaving ..."
"Brother Xiaoyao, I'm leaving too ..."
"Go? Moon like? Shine? Where are you going? Moon like! Shine ... "
Zhao Linger and Lin Yueru standing in front of Li Xiaoyao disappeared, leaving only darkness in front of him. Li Xiaoyao picked up his hand and put it in front of his eyes, but he could see nothing. A drop of white light liquid slipped from Li Xiaoyao's cheek, as if to illuminate the boundless darkness, but it was still swallowed up by the darkness mercilessly.
"no! Moon, shine ... "Li Xiaoyao cried in despair, and he stretched out his hand forward, but could not catch anything. He stumbled on into the darkness.
Anu lying beside the bed was awakened by the vibration, and she quickly opened her eyes. Lying in bed, Li Xiaoyao's hand stretched straight up, and the corner of his eye was the trace of tears falling. Anu silently held out his hand, and she wanted to put Li Xiaoyao's hand back into the quilt. But that hand is so persistent and so cold. Anu leaned her face against the hand slowly, and the glittering and translucent tears slipped at the same time. She said, "Brother Xiaoyao, you will get better, you will get better ..."
The darkness continues, and Li Xiaoyao continues to move forward in this darkness. His eyes are dull and his movements are mechanical. It seems that he has lost all his thoughts, but his mouth keeps chanting two names, two names engraved into his heart-Linger and Yueru.
A dress was put on Anu who fell asleep again, and Anu slowly opened his eyes. She looked back, hazy, she seemed to see the figure of Li Xiaoyao. When she closed her eyes again, she finally saw Tang Yu standing in front of her.
Tang Yu smiled and said to her, "Nu Mei, did I wake you? Sorry. "
Anukiang smiled and shook her head. It suddenly occurred to her that she still held Li Xiaoyao's hand. She quickly let go and blushed and said to Tang Yu, "Brother Yu, don't get me wrong, I just ..."
Tang Yu held out a finger and sealed Anu's lips. He smiled and shook his head and said, "Needless to say, I understand everything."
"Brother Yu ..." Anu looked at Tang Yu, and she threw herself into Tang Yu's arms, tears finally falling uncontrollably. "Brother Yu, why doesn't Brother Xiaoyao wake up? Why doesn't he wake up ..."
Tang Yu gently touched Anu's head, and he said, "Don't worry, he will surely wake up. Because everyone is expecting him to wake up, everyone still has a lot of words of thanks to say to him, and everyone is praying for him. He will certainly hear everyone's voice, and he will certainly hear the voice of the slave sister. "
"hmm ... hmm ..." Anu kept nodding in Tang Yu's arms.
Tang Yu touched Anu's head. He turned to look at Li Xiaoyao lying in bed. He silently said, "Xiaoyao brother, you must wake up ..."