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The mist in the forest turned into dew, and then bent the leaves, along the branches and leaves, dripping on the rotten leaves under the forest,

The birds in the nest jumped out of the nest again, or took off, crossed the mountains and headed for the river, or hopped lightly among the forests, looking for food, and singing.

Under the forest, on the accumulated rotting leaves, the predators of the night fade away, and the beasts of the day come out from everywhere again, roaring the mountains.

Amidst the roaring of animals, the howling of the river, and the chirping of birds,

The Haori, which climbed into the sky again, quickly slanted westward again, sinking into the horizon.

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Haori rises again and again, and sinks into the horizon again and again,

The sun and the moon rotate, day and night alternate,

It seems that under the bright sun and the bright moon, a long time has passed.

In the jungle, the newly sprouted saplings grow into old trees that shade and shelter from the sun, and then the trunks are hollow, dead, and on the dead trunks, new shoots sprout again, and the new shoots turn into old trees,

From under the forest, dead branches and rotting leaves continue to accumulate and rot, and are trampled into the soil by animals.

The hunting beasts gradually lose their fangs, and the young birds that are waiting to be fed take off from the forest, follow the direction of their parents, and fly towards the river.

Crashing against the river bank, the mountain peak, the roaring river forced the river bank to give way, gradually changing its position,

The slowly flowing stream was blocked by accumulated dead wood and slid down soil, so it had to change its course and run meandering in the forest.

The mountain peaks eroded by the wind have a gradual change,

Or the rocks falling from the foot of the mountain make the cliff steeper, or it collapses suddenly in one day,

The valleys turned into lakes, and the lakes dried up again because of the diversion of rivers.

Standing on the top of the mountain, in front of the cliff, Lian Ge watched the changing scenes in front of him.

do not know when,

At the foot of the mountain, some figures appeared.

The figure was small, and when viewed from the top of the mountain, it seemed no different from the insects and ants in the forest.

It's just that there are more and more of those figures, and the places where their footprints are spread are getting wider and wider.

That's a tribe.

In the tribe, some people gathered,

Under the changing sun and moon, under the cycle of day and night,

There are more and more people, and human buildings gradually appear at the foot of the mountain.

People wearing some animal skins first, and then some coarse linen clothes, walked from the foot of the mountain to the side gradually,

Spread to the mountains, spread to the valley.

another night

The bonfire was lit under the mountain, and the light of the fire dispelled the darkness all around, embellishing the night under the starry sky.

The prey on the fire is set up,

Beside the bonfire, figures gathered around.

Another day,

Rough and simple houses are scattered under the mountains, and some cooking smoke rises from the houses,

Those who carried prey went down from the mountains, and those who brought back gathered in front of the houses.

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The sun and the moon are still turning,

By the sun, by the moon, by the torchlight,

The river still changes its position, and the mountain peaks are still stripped of rocks by the mountain wind.

The crumbling rocks of the mountaintops finally fell down the valley,

The dead branches and rotted leaves in the forest are still accumulated, and the branches and leaves of the shrubs are still intertwined.

Another day.

The rising sun was obscured by thick clouds,

Under the dark clouds, it seemed as dark as night, only a little fire was shining near the foot of the mountain.

A heavy rain fell from the sky.

The beasts in the forest are rushing, running towards the distance,

Birds fall from the woods, dodging,

The chirping insects and ants seemed to suddenly lose their voice.

The torrential rain washed over the peaks and mountains, and with the strong wind, it bent the forest shrubs, squeezed away the dense branches and leaves, and poured down the forest, as if to wash away the dead branches and rotted leaves accumulated in the forest.

On the mountain peak, on the mountain ridge, and under the jungle, the rocks, soil, dead branches and rotten leaves flow into the washed rainwater, pouring into the foot of the mountain, into the gullies and rivers of the earth,

The dry gullies turned into rivers again, and the rivers were engulfed in sand, which seemed to add a little more power, forcing the mountains and peaks to get out of the way.

Day and night turn, and the torrential rain keeps pouring,

The rain washed away the branches and leaves in the jungle, and the sound of the wind and rain howling against the mountains gradually replaced the chirping of insects and birds in the forest in the morning, and the sound of animals stepping on rotten leaves at night.

The beast came out of the cave, facing the dark clouds that were still pouring down the rainstorm, roared as if it were prey, and then fell limply on the ground, engulfed by the washing rain, smashing into the roaring cloud like dead branches and rotting leaves. the flowing river,

The birds fluttered their wings in the rainstorm, and the rainwater kept flowing down the wings wet by the rain. They fell down from time to time, and then rose up from time to time. After making a mournful cry, they fell into the forest. The muddy water under the forest flows into the river.

At the foot of the mountain, where houses are scattered,

The fire at night seemed to be doused by the rainstorm and extinguished by the strong wind.

House after house, under the strong wind and torrential rain, the vegetation covered to shelter from the rain was overturned, and the walls and floors were toppled down by the torrent formed by the rainwater, carrying mud, sand and rocks.

Small figures like insects and ants gathered together like insects and ants, facing the strong wind, the torrential rain, and the torrent of the torrential rain, walking towards the mountains, towards the peaks.

One after another, the small figures like insects and ants are gradually disappearing, like old people, falling into the water one by one, being carried into the roaring river by the washed rainwater,

The torrential rain was getting heavier, and no one stopped the gathered figures, like insects and ants gathered. The outer figures were washed away by the heavy rain and the strong wind, and were stripped away. The inner figures took over the mission of the outer figures and moved forward.

In the howling wind, in the rain that kept falling,

At the foot of the original mountains, it turned into Hongze, which was surrounded by mud, sand, rocks and rivers.

On the mountain, fewer and fewer people went up, and fewer and fewer people walked into the cave.

When dripping with water, one by one the figures walked into the cave at a higher place,

A small, insect-like figure stood at the entrance of the cave, turned around, raised its head, and uttered a sound like the roar of a beast, like the wailing of a bird.

Man will conquer the sky!

Man must be able to conquer the sky, and man must conquer the sky.

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It was another day, the rainstorm was a little less,

Some figures who seemed to be sick came out of the cave, carrying some spears and sharp weapons in their hands, and walked towards the mountain forest.

The hungry and red-eyed beast bumped into these figures, roared, and rushed towards these figures,

These figures also went crazy and rushed forward.

The man let the beast bite, but just waved the sharp weapon at the beast's body up and down, piercing the beast's flesh.

The beast also allowed people to pierce its flesh with a sharp weapon, and let the blood flow from each opening, but roared, with red eyes, biting a person.

One after another, the figures fell down one by one, and the beasts were left with holes. On the teeth and on the body, there were drips of human blood or their own blood.

After another roar.

The few remaining figures dragged the beast that had bled to death, walked back to the cave, and fell down in front of the cave.

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Another day,

Figures came out of the cave one by one, splitting the thorns and bushes blocking the way, and walked forward.

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From the sky covered with thick black clouds, the rainstorm kept falling,

With the howling wind, the trees on the mountain were bent, the branches and leaves were broken, the rocks on the cliffs of the mountains were stripped, and the sand on the slopes of the mountains was washed down.

Wrapped with dead branches and rotting leaves, fallen tree trunks, rocks and sand, sinking beasts and birds, the torrent flooded the valley, forcing the peaks and mountains to give way, and gullies rushed out of the winding river ground , one after another gully gradually converged, submerging the entire land.

From time to time, in the strong wind, above the roaring Hongze.

On the mountain, at the mouth of the cave,

The thorns and trees cut down by the figures were piled up one by one on both sides of the cave entrance, pushing aside the torrent that was still carrying the silt, sand and rocks down from the mountain,

In the heavy rain, the hunted figure was carrying the prey, and he didn't know whether it was the blood of the prey or his own blood dripping down the rainwater.

The footprints that dripped under the feet and stepped on the muddy ground spilled and disappeared with the pouring rain.

At the mouth of the cave, women in sackcloth and animal skins, children, or sitting,

Looking at the figure who braved the thorns and thorns and walked away under the heavy rain, waiting for the person who came back with prey and blood.

A short figure, like a child, was sitting at the entrance of the cave, looking at the thorny trees piled up by the torrent washed down from the mountain, and looking at the figure walking forward through the thorns,

The child raised his head and looked at the sky with heavy rain pouring down and dense clouds.

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Continuous rotation day and night.

The animals roaring towards the mountains and towards the sky fell one by one and were sucked into the torrent.

Vigorously fluttering its wings, it wailed in the face of the heavy rain. Before the nest where the young birds were to be fed, the birds landed one by one, but a small wave was set off on the roaring and raging Hongze.

On the mountain, the thorny figure was gradually blocked by the brambles and bushes at his feet, and the blood dripping from his feet, the figure stepping on the muddy ground, gradually under the violent storm, the figure was like a rock on the top of a steep mountain, crumbling.

Just like beasts, like birds, one after another figure was engulfed by the torrent that washed over the mountains, and sank into the flood that submerged the earth.

Sitting at the entrance of the cave one by one, looking at the short figure outside the cave, the figure gradually got taller, took over, and then walked towards the outside of the cave, and the beasts who also needed to bring food back to feed their cubs were dying.

at last,

Another figure was swept away by the torrent, another figure was dripping with blood, and fell precariously in the rainstorm.

Another bird landed, and another beast roared towards the sky.

Along with the roaring torrent of the strong wind, the mountain peak trembled again, and a rock on the mountain peak fell, splashing waves of spray.

The rain stopped.

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Day and night turn again, the whistling wind gradually subsides,

The dense dark clouds that had been thickly dispersed again,

A round of bright sun breaks through the sky and casts some sunlight on the mountains and the valleys of the earth that have been turned into lakes and rivers.

Under the sunlight, figures walked out of the cave, either looking at the sky or looking into the distance,

Or there was another roar like the roar of a beast when it fell, the wail of a bird when it fell, or the roar of that figure when it entered the cave.

The shadows of the figures are reflected on the mountains and slopes.

In the remaining jungle, the branches and leaves of the shrubs stretched and swayed with the breeze,

The hiding birds soared up again, reflecting the sun shining down on the sun, cast their shadows in Hongze, and sang loudly.

The beast that got out of the cave roared again and got into the forest.

There are dead branches and rotten leaves, animals and birds, mountains, rocks and sand, and figures on the Hongze, reflecting the sunlight from the sun overhead.

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