There is an article about Fantasy Westward Journey called "The Stars Last Night", which was published in the public online newspaper. I hope my friends can help me provide the following, thank you.

Dream-Last night, Star 2008-12-1918: 05 got rid of the care of hackers, and I finally left this online game that has been wandering for nearly two years. In fact, when I found that playing with dreams is as important to me as sitting in the last row of the classroom and seeing the girl I like, I knew that when I left, I wouldn't say goodbye, those who disappeared. Because of his withdrawn personality, even in this illusory continent, there are not many friends, and the limited names that can be counted have disappeared in the game for a long time because of his own goals. I don't know what kind of expectations I am floating silently. Maybe this is the simple and direct lifestyle that I believe in myself. Games are games, and life is life. At this moment, I have blurred their definition. ...

It was a windy afternoon when I met spoony. The grassland at the southern foot of Luojia Mountain is still bathed in the bright afternoon sunshine. From the first contact, I knew he was a doctor. I have met too many disciples who spent time in space. The quiet meditation path of Watson Temple makes their pupils look merciful without exception, and those eyes reveal the tranquility I like and the dust that does not belong to this world.

I told him that lying on Guanyin's favorite flowers and plants would annoy the black bear watching the mountain. I thought he smiled very simple and honest.

"Infatuation is absolute, just call me infatuation."

I don't want to say what a common and vulgar name this is. In this complicated world, I meet countless people and demons every day. Many of them pass by, meet once, and then disappear into the abyss of memory, and there will be no more ripples. Only when I saw the infatuated smiling face of deja vu shining in the sun did I know that maybe we would never miss each other.

This intuition comes from my immortal sensitivity.

Fairy?

Yes, I am a fairy, a member of the noble blood in the Nine Heaven Palace.

However, it seems that from the day I came into this world, I became no longer pure.

I don't even know how to introduce myself to the doctor who smiled at me.

"Xiangushan, I like people to call me Xian."

Every day in the three realms, there are long ups and downs, like stars all over the sky. Maybe it's fate. On such an afternoon, outside the tidal cave at the southern foot of Luojia Mountain, it was not so much infatuation as knowing me, but rather that a door had quietly opened for us in this world where I often feel calm and clear.

"Don't you think it's a sin to waste such bright sunshine?"

"... maybe, just such brilliance will still exist in every day and night cycle! "

"Even a fairy, in this world, it is hard to say the so-called tomorrow!"

The spoony words remind me of the wind-a popular day. A Datang man who often blames me for my blurred eyes. He said that people in this world who have passed the day of licking blood will no longer believe in tomorrow. His words are strikingly similar to infatuation. "God knows which month the enemy will come to you on a dark night." When Feng said this, he was in a restaurant. He was a little drunk. I know he has too much fatigue and boredom. Maybe the excitement of proud wine will make him forget the bleak sword shadow for a while. At that time, I couldn't see the popular day when plain clothes and silver fans were free and easy.

At that time, the three of us worked hard to make all kinds of money together, because in this world, even if we were handsome as the wind, arrogant as an ox, and detached from me, we could not do without Jianye's roast duck Changan steamed stuffed bun, which was enough to make the wind paralyze us, and the price was very high.

In a word, we still can't get rid of the copper smell of this world.

Within our ability, we basically do everything, such as catching robbers, bidding, catching ghosts, sending letters, and selling ourselves ... In Ole's restaurants, we often lament that we have been cheated by silver. Those complaints between drunkenness and sobriety are a moment of venting, which does not affect our dedication to delivering even a trivial 500 copper coins the next day. We just know that in the days when we have more money, everyone will be drunk and heartless.

There is always a period of time, the work at hand is not very good, I am used to blood shed and Niu, and I often sigh after the task is completed. Survival, this simple word, likes to make people gamble everything lightly. But Niu declared more than once that he loved this life, perhaps because he was born lonely and obsessed with me, and Marco's body was the drunkest thing he said after drinking. I always smile about it. We have long been used to the road created by everyone in this world, and everyone is a magic fairy. They work tirelessly every day just to hold a survival festival in their minds. This is a self-evident agreement of all people who walk on this land.

Niu Ben was a disciple of the lion camel bell and was hired by Feng as a thug in an extraordinary period. Gradually, with the increase of cooperation opportunities, Feng became one of the few customers who could pay debts for cattle. In the days of cattle debt collection, Feng successfully turned him into a friend who can pay for his distant drinks like me. From then on, those stupid debts that Feng owed to Niu became drunken jokes. Niu said that it was because the simplicity and directness of the wind made him feel that it was difficult to make such pure friends in this world, and the wind once said that he was a simple and direct person, which made his sword and fan quickly popular all over the world. Whenever the words in these memories flash through my mind, I always vaguely feel the reason why I came together with them without hesitation. These feelings that I can't express in words may be the final destination of my long-term wandering in this world like an island.

It was not until infatuation that the war became easier, and we even began to take over the business of killing people. In fact, we don't mind killing people, and we don't need to waste too much saliva with some people in this world. We dare not doubt the infatuated sympathy, but in fact, we have never found out who didn't die at his hands, and that cow always hides and laughs secretly after making us think he is a blood-sucking demon. We all know that this is the pride of the last inferno he built for himself, because in countless infatuated life-and-death battles, the blood stained on the dragon nod on the cow's hand is the one who should report to Xiaobai. It is the cow that taught us never to judge a person's value from his appearance. He has seen too many swords and swords, and has already explained the value of life. Those hard words hanging on his lips are just a small excuse for his misfortune.

With the help of infatuation, we can finally reduce the degree of busyness through large-scale business. In the months when infatuation leaves every year, we can also accumulate it on weekdays without embarrassing moments. On idle days, everyone is smiling comfortably, and time seems to have accelerated the pace of passing. We only remember that there were many spring flowers and autumn moons, many winters and summers, and many departures and reunions.

year after year

It's time to bid farewell to infatuation when Datura blooms again. I wonder if infatuation will wait for what he has been waiting for for so many years. I just saw him and the slight wrinkles on his forehead clearly. Maybe we should all have another life. I also know that my footsteps have stopped for too long and are destined to be the end of another world. I can't delay.

On that full moon night, we got as drunk as a fiddler for the last time. When Feng said that he was really tired, we knew that the day when he left was not far away. He should have a home, a virtuous wife and live a simple and happy life.

On Feng's wedding night, there was only one spoony gift. They put wine glasses for Niuniu and me. In the description after infatuation, it is natural for our sister-in-law to wear a white dress under that starry sky.

When I see the wind again, the son who asked me to be the wind of michel platini can dance in my dark night and teach him the peerless marksmanship from the East China Sea Dragon King. I suddenly seemed to see the wind many years ago, remembering our first meeting in Jianye, remembering the spoony waiting for the weather year after year, and that cow, perhaps a star in the sky, was coldly giving Ni this complicated world.

Getting together is always short-lived, and we have long been used to the pace of infatuation. After seeing infatuation leave, I saw the wind leaning against the door and our sister-in-law. The white dress was natural. Many years later, when I walked alone at the end of Fangcun Mountain and looked at the star that was obviously extinguished overhead, I knew that two people were watching, Feng and our sister-in-law. They told me what happiness was. That night, I will miss the girl I cherish in my heart and think of her familiar back. When a meteor passes by, I will bless her and myself. I can't tell whether it's wind, infatuation or cow, but I have a person's happiness and bitterness in my heart. Even when I told the truth after drinking countless times, I carefully hid these in my heart and cried alone with a smile.

When he was obsessed with death, he asked me to scatter his ashes at the foot of Mount Putuo. Maybe he stayed on the earth for too long. We didn't find any relics in his body, but what's the point? Everything, including waiting for decades, is worthless or unworthy, and will dissipate into dust and soil in the weak wind outside the tidal cave.

As for me, I have been immortal for a long time. When I meet some people, I will miss some people's wandering. I don't want to see those people who make my life no longer lonely get old or even die. However, when the campus guest didn't know how many times he detained me, I promised him. I like getting along with this old man. I still remember his bright smile and white teeth when we took the pledge wine from him when he was young, but now he is an old man who has made a slip of the tongue. After a long time, what remains unchanged is that he persistently thinks that I subconsciously want to stay here and detain me. This old man who seems to know the secret finally makes me feel that this grass reed in Changshou Village is the end of my wandering footsteps. It looks like I'm going to live a quiet life like the wind, but it doesn't matter whether it's the same or different.

A year later, I learned to brew that kind of good wine that people can't give up.

Every year after the peach blossom season, I will go to a distant island where there is a woman no younger than a tramp. She will send me a peach blossom petal, which is an essential raw material for wine making. I call that island Peach Blossom Island, and that person is called Aunt Tao. Every year on this trip to Peach Blossom Island, I will think of the year-on-year infatuation with Putuo. There are always some inexplicable things in this world, which inadvertently rub into life and never leave.

Aunt Tao's age made me doubt her affair with the tramp, but I never asked, these old things are not my concern, and because of this, I still doubt whether I am an indifferent fairy.

Like when the campus guests left, Aunt Tao left me half a jar of wine when she left. In the afternoon when the peach blossoms were falling, I held her hand and felt her body temperature gradually recede, just like when the campus guests left a few days ago. Looking at the red sea in front of me, I wonder if I should drink the wine pieced together by this altar and live a drunken life. The only good wine in the world can make people forget all their memories and have a new life experience like a blank sheet of paper. In the uncertainty of raising a glass, a happy wind reappeared in my mind. I am infatuated with the hopeful eyes of a cow on the battlefield in the sun. I suddenly found myself really used to chewing such memories to live. What about living in a drunken state? What about past lives? All I know is that before the sun goes down, I will bring the last batch of peach blossoms from Taohua Island back to the cellar with a long life, and complete the mission of their birth at this time.

As for the coming year, I have learned to say in the voice of a tramp: wait until next year.