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Under the orange sky, the azure blue butterfly kite spread its wings and flew freely, with its long tail hunting and hunting in the wind, as if the excitement and wanton that whizzed by could be clearly heard.
Lanli's eyes lit up slightly, and she looked down along the kite line.
A middle-aged man encircles a girl with his hands, grabbing the kite string with his right hand, and while controlling the rhythm, carefully protects the girl; the girl stands on the grass with her feet, grabs the spool of the kite, and raises the point. Looking at the kite flying higher and higher in the sky, his chin slowly bloomed at the corner of his mouth, and even the setting sun was eclipsed.
Not far away, a middle-aged woman with her hands folded on her chest, staring at the scene intently, a happy smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, but her sight remained untouched, and she unconsciously revealed her inner tension with her right hand playing with the necklace pendant.
That is Heather, her father, and her mother.
couldn't help but smile to the corner of his mouth, and laughed happily. Although Lan Li left the kite in anticipation of this scene, seeing Heather leave the hospital bed and stand on the ground again with his feet, the joy still surging uncontrollably.
Picking up the guitar, Lan Li walked to the bench next to him, sat down, and quietly looked at the skyline formed by the skyscrapers, enjoying the sunset that only belonged to New York.
The sky is full of sunset burning, and the sky is brightly colored to the extreme, as if it releases the last splendor of vitality, wantonly and blatantly. Just at the end of the line of sight, the orange red dimmed in an instant, and the dark blue night was vented down like a waterfall, quickly swallowing every touch of color under the sky. Before the blink of an eye fell, even the dark blue was lost. After the light, the world plunged into darkness.
Everything came so quickly that it was so fast that people couldn't react at all.
"Pop", the first street lamp came on, followed by a series of sounds, the lights of Wanjia were brightened, and the darkness quickly fainted like a low tide. The ginger-yellow halo joined together to support an air cover. Separating the human world from the darkness of nature, tranquility and noise, quiet and noisy, the two sides of contradiction, blur the boundaries at the edge of the halo.
quietly looking at the bright night scene in front of me, the sound of the wind whistling in my ears seems to be getting noisier and quieter, and the melody is flowing out of the guitar strings at the fingertips.
"So we got up and pursued our destiny in the dark. I saw you scarred late at night last night, and I saw you dancing in the arms of the devil."
The sound of the string that was so quiet to the extreme seemed to disappear into the night, only to lightly outline the heartstrings, playing the whisper of the soul. The road to chasing dreams is a rampage in the dark. The lights at the end of the line of sight are full of unknowns. No one knows which path is the right one, and no one knows which end is the true meaning, even if it is scarred, Paying still does not necessarily lead to rewards. Therefore, someone betrayed their souls in a desperate way, and jumped the most beautiful dance steps in the arms of the devil.
I feel sad, but it is hard to say what is right and what is wrong.
"The night is endless, I can't do anything, my eyes are full of flames, never extinguished because of silence, making beauty, making a crown."
Should they just give up? Give up their dreams and return to the ordinary track of life, seeking a trace of peace and stability in their hearts, but can real life really find the answer; should they continue to persevere? Persist in moving forward, struggling with thorns and thorns on the long road ahead, just to find an unknown, maybe an oasis, but maybe an abyss, maybe a quagmire, or maybe a desert.
Should they choose to compromise? Give up oneself, give up persistence, give up restraint, and compromise with the real society. Only by truly complying with industry rules can the realization of dreams become possible. Otherwise, the so-called "dream" is just an unrealistic slogan. There is a price to pay, even the soul.
"So we arrived, a lonely place that I can't go back to. You are the face that made me go through fire and water. This is the name that the children will inherit, forging beauty and crowning; forging perfection, and flying away."
Carrying a dream on his back, he kept moving forward, trapping himself in a lonely place where he couldn't turn his head back. Behind him was an abyss. There was no choice but to move forward. The **** steps are painful and cruel, even if they are broken to pieces, even if they are turned into ashes, they will not hesitate, because every step is a choice to define oneself.
"So when you are weak and weak, when you kneel down, I will do my best for the rest of the time to guard your vows, lively and true."
The pressure of reality is after all too cruel, crushing the shoulders, the knees, and the last trace of the soul that supports the pace. The companions who walked together were left in place one by one, leaving him alone to continue walking alone. Suddenly looking back, he found that he had nothing, standing alone in a deserted place, with no way forward and no way to retreat. She shouted hoarsely, but couldn't get any response. She was covered in pain, but she couldn't find a place to rest.
"So grass/your dream, how dare you forget our scars, I will incarnate you as a monster (Monster), if you pay enough money, everything will be counted, few dreams can be remembered."
Standing in a lonely place, I realized that I would never go back, there was no future, but no past. I can’t remember the reason why I started, I can’t remember the origin of all this, I can’t remember the reason for clenching my teeth along the way, it seems that there is only the instinct/instinct to survive, standing like a beast, standing under the spotlight of Vanity Fair, As long as there are enough benefits, willingly give up dignity.
dream? It only remains in memory, decorated with beautiful garlands, blooming with a sacred halo, allowing people to follow, but leaving people at a loss.
"So we arrived, a lonely place that I can't go back to. You are the face that made me go through fire and water. This is the name that children will inherit, forge charm and crown."
The road of dreams is so long that there is no end in sight. The only trace of faith is the reason for persistence. However, on this road, there are countless temptations/confusions and dangers. The deal with the devil takes the first step and can never go back. The dark land is a shore that cannot be turned back. Every step is losing a fragment of the soul. If it is lost, it will disappear forever.
How should he know that he made the right choice? Isn't it about the devil's deal? How should he stay awake and continue on this lonely road?
That kind of confusion and powerlessness makes people at a loss.
"Forge perfection, go far and fly high."
The fingers stopped, the string sound stopped abruptly, and Lan Li sat on the bench, lost. A cold wind blew, and the body shivered uncontrollably.
He thought of Chris Hemsworth, of Scarlett Johansson and Ryan Reynolds, of Rami Marek and James Beiji-Dale, and of the "Pacific War" recruit training. The guy in the camp who doesn't remember his name.
With the dream of an actor and the opposition and pressure of his family on his back, he ran into Hollywood irrespectively. He was not sure whether he was talented or how much his rebirth advantage could be realized, let alone whether the actor was the right one. Choice, but he still embarked on this path.
So, what is at the end of the road? What should the ultimate dream be? Amidst the disturbances of this Vanity Fair, how long can his dream persist, or how long can it be pure? Will he, like Chris, get lost in the spotlight, forgetting the original intention of his beginning and the original meaning of his dream?
Will he become a fame and fortune beast, with only instinct/ability but no reason?
He has never really thought about this problem—or rather, he thought he had thought about it, but never really understood the nature of the problem.
The **** of the previous life was too heavy. The freedom of the soul was imprisoned in the first half of his life, and the freedom of the body was imprisoned in the second half of his life. When the rebirth came ~www.novelhall.com~ he almost rushed like moths into the fire. Going into the halo, grabbing the straw of dreams, and then starting to run wildly, the beautiful air of freedom made him forget about it. All the way to the present, without stopping.
Now he brakes suddenly, and suddenly he feels a little dazed. Chris's distorted face and crazy eyes are flickering in his thoughts. One day in the future, will Chris's face appear on his expression? But no one can answer this question.
Lan Li just sat quietly on the bench, his fingertips following the stream of thought up and down, between the melodies and the meditations, the fragments of broken language combined, like a beautiful but incomprehensible poem, the sadness between the lines. It is like a wounded bird flying heavily in a rain curtain, trying its best to fly high, but it is getting harder.
Heather stood quietly on the spot, looking at Lan Li's back, a burst of unspeakable sadness filled her heart.
In the night, the broad shoulders are like eaves on a rainy day, dividing the world into two parts, one is violent and the other is tranquil, the other is raging and the other is peaceful. The faint halo scribbles the arc of the side face, letting All emotions became blurred. However, the clear guitar string sound is so clear and vivid.
There is a faint loneliness and sorrow in the quiet melody. The bard-like lyrics make people feel confused, Heather even began to wonder-is that English? It's another kind of alien text, she can understand every word, but it's unpredictable when put together.
But when she heard the phrase "So grass/your dream", the turbulent emotions suddenly invaded, catching Heather off guard, and tears filled her eyes. At this moment, she understood Lan Li's voice: the hesitation and confusion in the heart of a dream lone traveler.
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Under the orange sky, the azure blue butterfly kite spread its wings and flew freely, with its long tail hunting and hunting in the wind, as if the excitement and wanton that whizzed by could be clearly heard.
Lanli's eyes lit up slightly, and she looked down along the kite line.
A middle-aged man encircles a girl with his hands, grabbing the kite string with his right hand, and while controlling the rhythm, carefully protects the girl; the girl stands on the grass with her feet, grabs the spool of the kite, and raises the point. Looking at the kite flying higher and higher in the sky, his chin slowly bloomed at the corner of his mouth, and even the setting sun was eclipsed.
Not far away, a middle-aged woman with her hands folded on her chest, staring at the scene intently, a happy smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, but her sight remained untouched, and she unconsciously revealed her inner tension with her right hand playing with the necklace pendant.
That is Heather, her father, and her mother.
couldn't help but smile to the corner of his mouth, and laughed happily. Although Lan Li left the kite in anticipation of this scene, seeing Heather leave the hospital bed and stand on the ground again with his feet, the joy still surging uncontrollably.
Picking up the guitar, Lan Li walked to the bench next to him, sat down, and quietly looked at the skyline formed by the skyscrapers, enjoying the sunset that only belonged to New York.
The sky is full of sunset burning, and the sky is brightly colored to the extreme, as if it releases the last splendor of vitality, wantonly and blatantly. Just at the end of the line of sight, the orange red dimmed in an instant, and the dark blue night was vented down like a waterfall, quickly swallowing every touch of color under the sky. Before the blink of an eye fell, even the dark blue was lost. After the light, the world plunged into darkness.
Everything came so quickly that it was so fast that people couldn't react at all.
"Pop", the first street lamp came on, followed by a series of sounds, the lights of Wanjia were brightened, and the darkness quickly fainted like a low tide. The ginger-yellow halo joined together to support an air cover. Separating the human world from the darkness of nature, tranquility and noise, quiet and noisy, the two sides of contradiction, blur the boundaries at the edge of the halo.
quietly looking at the bright night scene in front of me, the sound of the wind whistling in my ears seems to be getting noisier and quieter, and the melody is flowing out of the guitar strings at the fingertips.
"So we got up and pursued our destiny in the dark. I saw you scarred late at night last night, and I saw you dancing in the arms of the devil."
The sound of the string that was so quiet to the extreme seemed to disappear into the night, only to lightly outline the heartstrings, playing the whisper of the soul. The road to chasing dreams is a rampage in the dark. The lights at the end of the line of sight are full of unknowns. No one knows which path is the right one, and no one knows which end is the true meaning, even if it is scarred, Paying still does not necessarily lead to rewards. Therefore, someone betrayed their souls in a desperate way, and jumped the most beautiful dance steps in the arms of the devil.
I feel sad, but it is hard to say what is right and what is wrong.
"The night is endless, I can't do anything, my eyes are full of flames, never extinguished because of silence, making beauty, making a crown."
Should they just give up? Give up their dreams and return to the ordinary track of life, seeking a trace of peace and stability in their hearts, but can real life really find the answer; should they continue to persevere? Persist in moving forward, struggling with thorns and thorns on the long road ahead, just to find an unknown, maybe an oasis, but maybe an abyss, maybe a quagmire, or maybe a desert.
Should they choose to compromise? Give up oneself, give up persistence, give up restraint, and compromise with the real society. Only by truly complying with industry rules can the realization of dreams become possible. Otherwise, the so-called "dream" is just an unrealistic slogan. There is a price to pay, even the soul.
"So we arrived, a lonely place that I can't go back to. You are the face that made me go through fire and water. This is the name that the children will inherit, forging beauty and crowning; forging perfection, and flying away."
Carrying a dream on his back, he kept moving forward, trapping himself in a lonely place where he couldn't turn his head back. Behind him was an abyss. There was no choice but to move forward. The **** steps are painful and cruel, even if they are broken to pieces, even if they are turned into ashes, they will not hesitate, because every step is a choice to define oneself.
"So when you are weak and weak, when you kneel down, I will do my best for the rest of the time to guard your vows, lively and true."
The pressure of reality is after all too cruel, crushing the shoulders, the knees, and the last trace of the soul that supports the pace. The companions who walked together were left in place one by one, leaving him alone to continue walking alone. Suddenly looking back, he found that he had nothing, standing alone in a deserted place, with no way forward and no way to retreat. She shouted hoarsely, but couldn't get any response. She was covered in pain, but she couldn't find a place to rest.
"So grass/your dream, how dare you forget our scars, I will incarnate you as a monster (Monster), if you pay enough money, everything will be counted, few dreams can be remembered."
Standing in a lonely place, I realized that I would never go back, there was no future, but no past. I can’t remember the reason why I started, I can’t remember the origin of all this, I can’t remember the reason for clenching my teeth along the way, it seems that there is only the instinct/instinct to survive, standing like a beast, standing under the spotlight of Vanity Fair, As long as there are enough benefits, willingly give up dignity.
dream? It only remains in memory, decorated with beautiful garlands, blooming with a sacred halo, allowing people to follow, but leaving people at a loss.
"So we arrived, a lonely place that I can't go back to. You are the face that made me go through fire and water. This is the name that children will inherit, forge charm and crown."
The road of dreams is so long that there is no end in sight. The only trace of faith is the reason for persistence. However, on this road, there are countless temptations/confusions and dangers. The deal with the devil takes the first step and can never go back. The dark land is a shore that cannot be turned back. Every step is losing a fragment of the soul. If it is lost, it will disappear forever.
How should he know that he made the right choice? Isn't it about the devil's deal? How should he stay awake and continue on this lonely road?
That kind of confusion and powerlessness makes people at a loss.
"Forge perfection, go far and fly high."
The fingers stopped, the string sound stopped abruptly, and Lan Li sat on the bench, lost. A cold wind blew, and the body shivered uncontrollably.
He thought of Chris Hemsworth, of Scarlett Johansson and Ryan Reynolds, of Rami Marek and James Beiji-Dale, and of the "Pacific War" recruit training. The guy in the camp who doesn't remember his name.
With the dream of an actor and the opposition and pressure of his family on his back, he ran into Hollywood irrespectively. He was not sure whether he was talented or how much his rebirth advantage could be realized, let alone whether the actor was the right one. Choice, but he still embarked on this path.
So, what is at the end of the road? What should the ultimate dream be? Amidst the disturbances of this Vanity Fair, how long can his dream persist, or how long can it be pure? Will he, like Chris, get lost in the spotlight, forgetting the original intention of his beginning and the original meaning of his dream?
Will he become a fame and fortune beast, with only instinct/ability but no reason?
He has never really thought about this problem—or rather, he thought he had thought about it, but never really understood the nature of the problem.
The **** of the previous life was too heavy. The freedom of the soul was imprisoned in the first half of his life, and the freedom of the body was imprisoned in the second half of his life. When the rebirth came ~www.novelhall.com~ he almost rushed like moths into the fire. Going into the halo, grabbing the straw of dreams, and then starting to run wildly, the beautiful air of freedom made him forget about it. All the way to the present, without stopping.
Now he brakes suddenly, and suddenly he feels a little dazed. Chris's distorted face and crazy eyes are flickering in his thoughts. One day in the future, will Chris's face appear on his expression? But no one can answer this question.
Lan Li just sat quietly on the bench, his fingertips following the stream of thought up and down, between the melodies and the meditations, the fragments of broken language combined, like a beautiful but incomprehensible poem, the sadness between the lines. It is like a wounded bird flying heavily in a rain curtain, trying its best to fly high, but it is getting harder.
Heather stood quietly on the spot, looking at Lan Li's back, a burst of unspeakable sadness filled her heart.
In the night, the broad shoulders are like eaves on a rainy day, dividing the world into two parts, one is violent and the other is tranquil, the other is raging and the other is peaceful. The faint halo scribbles the arc of the side face, letting All emotions became blurred. However, the clear guitar string sound is so clear and vivid.
There is a faint loneliness and sorrow in the quiet melody. The bard-like lyrics make people feel confused, Heather even began to wonder-is that English? It's another kind of alien text, she can understand every word, but it's unpredictable when put together.
But when she heard the phrase "So grass/your dream", the turbulent emotions suddenly invaded, catching Heather off guard, and tears filled her eyes. At this moment, she understood Lan Li's voice: the hesitation and confusion in the heart of a dream lone traveler.
Under the orange sky, the azure blue butterfly kite spread its wings and flew freely, with its long tail hunting and hunting in the wind, as if the excitement and wanton that whizzed by could be clearly heard.Lanli's eyes lit up slightly, and she looked down along the kite line.A middle-aged man encircles a girl with his hands, grabbing the kite string with his right hand, and while controlling the rhythm, carefully protects the girl; the girl stands on the grass with her feet, grabs the spool of the kite, and raises the point. Looking at the kite flying higher and higher in the sky, his chin slowly bloomed at the corner of his mouth, and even the setting sun was eclipsed.Not far away, a middle-aged woman with her hands folded on her chest, staring at the scene intently, a happy smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, but her sight remained untouched, and she unconsciously revealed her inner tension with her right hand playing with the necklace pendant.That is Heather, her father, and her mother.couldn't help but smile to the corner of his mouth, and laughed happily. Although Lan Li left the kite in anticipation of this scene, seeing Heather leave the hospital bed and stand on the ground again with his feet, the joy still surging uncontrollably.Picking up the guitar, Lan Li walked to the bench next to him, sat down, and quietly looked at the skyline formed by the skyscrapers, enjoying the sunset that only belonged to New York.The sky is full of sunset burning, and the sky is brightly colored to the extreme, as if it releases the last splendor of vitality, wantonly and blatantly. Just at the end of the line of sight, the orange red dimmed in an instant, and the dark blue night was vented down like a waterfall, quickly swallowing every touch of color under the sky. Before the blink of an eye fell, even the dark blue was lost. After the light, the world plunged into darkness.Everything came so quickly that it was so fast that people couldn't react at all."Pop", the first street lamp came on, followed by a series of sounds, the lights of Wanjia were brightened, and the darkness quickly fainted like a low tide. The ginger-yellow halo joined together to support an air cover. Separating the human world from the darkness of nature, tranquility and noise, quiet and noisy, the two sides of contradiction, blur the boundaries at the edge of the halo.quietly looking at the bright night scene in front of me, the sound of the wind whistling in my ears seems to be getting noisier and quieter, and the melody is flowing out of the guitar strings at the fingertips."So we got up and pursued our destiny in the dark. I saw you scarred late at night last night, and I saw you dancing in the arms of the devil."The sound of the string that was so quiet to the extreme seemed to disappear into the night, only to lightly outline the heartstrings, playing the whisper of the soul. The road to chasing dreams is a rampage in the dark. The lights at the end of the line of sight are full of unknowns. No one knows which path is the right one, and no one knows which end is the true meaning, even if it is scarred, Paying still does not necessarily lead to rewards. Therefore, someone betrayed their souls in a desperate way, and jumped the most beautiful dance steps in the arms of the devil.I feel sad, but it is hard to say what is right and what is wrong."The night is endless, I can't do anything, my eyes are full of flames, never extinguished because of silence, making beauty, making a crown."Should they just give up? Give up their dreams and return to the ordinary track of life, seeking a trace of peace and stability in their hearts, but can real life really find the answer; should they continue to persevere? Persist in moving forward, struggling with thorns and thorns on the long road ahead, just to find an unknown, maybe an oasis, but maybe an abyss, maybe a quagmire, or maybe a desert.Should they choose to compromise? Give up oneself, give up persistence, give up restraint, and compromise with the real society. Only by truly complying with industry rules can the realization of dreams become possible. Otherwise, the so-called "dream" is just an unrealistic slogan. There is a price to pay, even the soul."So we arrived, a lonely place that I can't go back to. You are the face that made me go through fire and water. This is the name that the children will inherit, forging beauty and crowning; forging perfection, and flying away."Carrying a dream on his back, he kept moving forward, trapping himself in a lonely place where he couldn't turn his head back. Behind him was an abyss. There was no choice but to move forward. The **** steps are painful and cruel, even if they are broken to pieces, even if they are turned into ashes, they will not hesitate, because every step is a choice to define oneself."So when you are weak and weak, when you kneel down, I will do my best for the rest of the time to guard your vows, lively and true."The pressure of reality is after all too cruel, crushing the shoulders, the knees, and the last trace of the soul that supports the pace. The companions who walked together were left in place one by one, leaving him alone to continue walking alone. Suddenly looking back, he found that he had nothing, standing alone in a deserted place, with no way forward and no way to retreat. She shouted hoarsely, but couldn't get any response. She was covered in pain, but she couldn't find a place to rest."So grass/your dream, how dare you forget our scars, I will incarnate you as a monster Monster, if you pay enough money, everything will be counted, few dreams can be remembered."Standing in a lonely place, I realized that I would never go back, there was no future, but no past. I can't remember the reason why I started, I can't remember the origin of all this, I can't remember the reason for clenching my teeth along the way, it seems that there is only the instinct/instinct to survive, standing like a beast, standing under the spotlight of Vanity Fair, As long as there are enough benefits, willingly give up dignity.dream? It only remains in memory, decorated with beautiful garlands, blooming with a sacred halo, allowing people to follow, but leaving people at a loss."So we arrived, a lonely place that I can't go back to. You are the face that made me go through fire and water. This is the name that children will inherit, forge charm and crown."The road of dreams is so long that there is no end in sight. The only trace of faith is the reason for persistence. However, on this road, there are countless temptations/confusions and dangers. The deal with the devil takes the first step and can never go back. The dark land is a shore that cannot be turned back. Every step is losing a fragment of the soul. If it is lost, it will disappear forever.How should he know that he made the right choice? Isn't it about the devil's deal? How should he stay awake and continue on this lonely road?That kind of confusion and powerlessness makes people at a loss."Forge perfection, go far and fly high."The fingers stopped, the string sound stopped abruptly, and Lan Li sat on the bench, lost. A cold wind blew, and the body shivered uncontrollably.He thought of Chris Hemsworth, of Scarlett Johansson and Ryan Reynolds, of Rami Marek and James Beiji-Dale, and of the "Pacific War" recruit training. The guy in the camp who doesn't remember his name.With the dream of an actor and the opposition and pressure of his family on his back, he ran into Hollywood irrespectively. He was not sure whether he was talented or how much his rebirth advantage could be realized, let alone whether the actor was the right one. Choice, but he still embarked on this path.So, what is at the end of the road? What should the ultimate dream be? Amidst the disturbances of this Vanity Fair, how long can his dream persist, or how long can it be pure? Will he, like Chris, get lost in the spotlight, forgetting the original intention of his beginning and the original meaning of his dream?Will he become a fame and fortune beast, with only instinct/ability but no reason?He has never really thought about this problemor rather, he thought he had thought about it, but never really understood the nature of the problem.The **** of the previous life was too heavy. The freedom of the soul was imprisoned in the first half of his life, and the freedom of the body was imprisoned in the second half of his life. When the rebirth came ~www.novelhall.com~ he almost rushed like moths into the fire. Going into the halo, grabbing the straw of dreams, and then starting to run wildly, the beautiful air of freedom made him forget about it. All the way to the present, without stopping.Now he brakes suddenly, and suddenly he feels a little dazed. Chris's distorted face and crazy eyes are flickering in his thoughts. One day in the future, will Chris's face appear on his expression? But no one can answer this question.Lan Li just sat quietly on the bench, his fingertips following the stream of thought up and down, between the melodies and the meditations, the fragments of broken language combined, like a beautiful but incomprehensible poem, the sadness between the lines. It is like a wounded bird flying heavily in a rain curtain, trying its best to fly high, but it is getting harder.Heather stood quietly on the spot, looking at Lan Li's back, a burst of unspeakable sadness filled her heart.In the night, the broad shoulders are like eaves on a rainy day, dividing the world into two parts, one is violent and the other is tranquil, the other is raging and the other is peaceful. The faint halo scribbles the arc of the side face, letting All emotions became blurred. However, the clear guitar string sound is so clear and vivid.There is a faint loneliness and sorrow in the quiet melody. The bard-like lyrics make people feel confused, Heather even began to wonder-is that English? It's another kind of alien text, she can understand every word, but it's unpredictable when put together.But when she heard the phrase "So grass/your dream", the turbulent emotions suddenly invaded, catching Heather off guard, and tears filled her eyes. At this moment, she understood Lan Li's voice: the hesitation and confusion in the heart of a dream lone traveler.
