It seemed that the water here came alive, and when he worked together to push the snake down, swimming faster and faster, he couldn't help but secretly called himself a surprise, but forgot to pay attention to the distance from the water surface, the surrounding water squeezed him less.
Many, from the beginning of weighing more than a thousand pounds to the breeze blowing on the face now, this pool is definitely not an ordinary pool.
Counting the numbers silently in his heart, Li Luo made a rough judgment that it was nearly a thousand feet deep to penetrate the bottom of the pond, and the bottom of the pond was still in sight. He was finally surprised to find that he was not torn into pieces by the bottom of the water, and was still as intact as before.
I have the leisure to see the scenery around me. The pool water is magical, but he didn't dare to try it. The water here is so friendly, perhaps because of this mysterious snake, the snake's body, the scales and armor trembled in a subtle and complex manner.
It is the key to resolving the heavy pressure here. Leaving the snake, he may be instantly crushed into a pile of meat paste.
What you don’t know or understand is always the most terrifying. In the terrifying battle, Li Luo has gone through the most mottled journey in his life. There is no one else on this road, only him and a mysterious snake, but he has seen it.
He never thought that there would be such a road in this world, a road that did not know the end.
Road is an ordinary word. From princes and nobles to the people, you have to walk every day. Elegant and vulgar, good and bad, good and evil can walk. In fact, these have nothing to do with the road.
It may have never looked up before, but as many people walk, the road will be elegant and vulgar, good and bad, good and evil, etc. In fact, the road is still the road, and it is not constant. As more people walk, it will become
After the road is gone, no one will walk, and the road is no longer a road.
Li Luo has walked many roads, which are easy to walk and difficult to walk. Although the road is not good or bad, it is just that people have good or bad things, so there are good roads between poor mountains and bad waters, and there are bad lands in downtowns and blessed places. He doesn't like to walk and is a little tired.
, but it's okay if you're riding a carriage or a boat, you can enjoy the scenery on the roadside while walking. There are tens of millions of roads in the world. The roads are ordinary, but they are different because of the scenery on the roadside. Some
It can even be famous all over the world, such as the road in the Dagan Palace. Mountains, rivers, small bridges, and others... A road can connect two completely different places, from all over the world. With a road, it will be
With the collision of words in which a hundred flowers bloom and a hundred schools of thought, there are many people in this world who write about the scenery on the roadside, and few people write about the road. It may not be that they are unwilling to write, but they are not easy to focus on.
He likes the road, but he is better than the scenery on the roadside. He needs to feel the scenery, and he also has to see who the person who is by his side. If it were Gu Lianglei, he would wish that this road would never end and keep going, but
If Fengli had changed, he would have hoped to arrive with his foot. No matter how beautiful the scenery on the roadside is, I am afraid he might not have any appreciation. Li Luo likes roads, but it is not necessarily because he really likes roads.
When he was in the Western Prefecture, he spent a lot of effort on building the official road, and the financial resources he spent was extremely huge. Many of the soldiers under his command were puzzled and did not understand why he had to spend so much energy to build the road, but it was just easier to enter and exit.
Indeed, it is difficult to see anything in three or two years of building a road. This is a silent thing, and it will never be said to be forever.
He has never been to Dizhou, Xifu, and the situation in the three prefectures of Xifu was only heard through the correspondence between Liu Ce and Zhou Linhan. The situation in the three prefectures was much better than before. The food was already self-sufficient, and the fresh fruits and vegetables were still good.
The pastures for raising cattle, sheep and horses have surpassed those of the Northern Prefecture, the largest states of Gansu, and the trade with the countries in the Western Regions is also extremely prosperous. Linxia City and Yingchou Gorge became famous in the Western Regions, and were originally only dozens of them.
Just a small border town with tens of thousands of people, now it has become a big city with a population of more than one million. There are so many business trips and travels, and the prosperity of the city. Liu Ce and Zhou Linhan didn't say much, but they couldn't hide the joy between the lines. Please invite him to the Western Regions.
Look. He wanted to go, but unfortunately he had no time to escape. The revival of the Western Palace made an indelible contribution to the road he built back then.
It's too far, let's just talk about the road. Li Luo claimed to have walked many roads and saw many people and scenery on the roadside, but there has never been a road like the waterway in front of him. The roads elsewhere are difficult to walk or better
Walking, those scenery is seen in the book records, thousands of mountains and rivers, small bridges, written in words, drawn on the tip of the pen, visible and touched, but although this road is unknown where the end is, it is by the road
The scenery is not anywhere else. The scenery on both sides of this road seems to condense the years in the water and place them in front of you. This is a road made of years!
Time is not visible, but it is always there. After the years, the most real thing left is memory. Most travelers who wander in the years are the same. They like to wander in memories and wave the oars of the boat.
After a hundred times, I still can’t see the other side, so I can only let this lonely boat go with the flow.
Nowadays, the scenery is still in a hurry. The faces that I could not remember on the road at the beginning were mostly pale memories left to the present. I have thought about the loneliness of a leaf countless times, falling on the ferry, passing by gently, but forgot
Shi Yi, I wonder if the owner of the face is still lying in the dream of time waiting silently, waiting quietly and looking down.
The valley is just that passerby, the sail that has never been plucked up.
Another spring morning and summer is full of lotus flowers. The damp wind blows in autumn. Although the sky is still hot, the night rain is light and cool, making people feel that autumn is approaching.
Year after year, the pursuit is getting faster and faster, but the face in my heart is getting weaker. The poems I once wrote for regret and parting have long been lying under the years, gradually being forgotten, and the beautiful figure in the poem
He has long become a passerby, and where to go and whose memory it has become.
People are getting farther and farther away, and those regrets that have shed tears for them gradually fade, and even lose their color. They will only appear faintly on a night without people, lingering in the heart, but still not
The moment I had time to light my eyebrows, it disappeared without a trace.
More than ten years are long enough, and no matter how deep the years are, they will be smoothed out. No matter how long the river is, there will be a day when it flows into the sea. No matter how strong a cup of tea is, there will be a light and tasteless moment.
Therefore, the scars and sore spots about memories have actually been as light as clouds. Occasional memories are more for memorial and remembering the mistakes you have made, that's it, simple and clear.
Last night, the wind and rain came again, and the trees tilted outside the window, the green grass dripped, or the rain kept moving everything, and wet the mood. At the Lihe Ferry, the pleasure boat shook lightly, and a graceful woman in white clothes stood on her back,