Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

This book will be on the shelves on the 23rd, that is, today. I have to say that it is really a bizarre thing. The level of bizarreness can be classified as fantasy.

This is of course thanks to my dear readers. The "sense of being read" has supported the writing of this book until now, whether it is "the second person to read the latest chapter" or receiving a valuable comment. This feels very encouraging and lifts your spirits when you feel sleepy.

At the same time, I would like to express my sincere thanks to the author of "Secret Martial Arts: The Record of the Knight's Wielding the Rhinoceros" to Tongguan for his kind recommendation and strongly recommend his works. With excellent language skills and extremely serious research and polishing spirit, he blends reality and reality. He has done a good job in localizing the Luo style and has nearly a million words available for reading.

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So, as a special occasion, I would like to invite you, my dear readers, to a walk on one of my regular walks.

Since I was very young, I have liked to come here in the evening, walking along the river bank and chatting. Under the embankment are lush aquatic plants in the shallow water area. Most of the time, it is covered with stirred sediment. The fishy smell will be very strong during the dry season. There are also times when I have nothing to talk about, and then I will look at the river.

The vast misty river surface.

To a child, it is indeed vast, so wide that it takes a long time to walk across the narrow bridge across the river, and the clouds in the sky are reflected on the rippling water.

Because the walking time is in the evening, you can often see their color changes, from white with gold and red edges, to red light like a fire; they flourish and then decline, turning to blue-black tones, and finally blending into the night. One body.

Their reflections also undergo a similar transformation. At a certain node from light to dark, the brightness is just right and the general shape can be recognized.

At the same time, because of the flow of the river, it is given a slight sense of dynamics, which is more interesting than what it looks like in the sky.

Long strips, flocs, and patches. Childish minds with rich imaginations will abstract these reflections into all kinds of things that adults can't imagine, such as big fish, mountains in the sky, centipedes across the sky, smiling human faces, and giant closing giants. Palm.

This period of time will not be long, it is a few minutes between the night rising and the red light extinguishing. Soon it will be completely dark, and only the old landscape lights on the embankment will illuminate the shallow water area where aquatic plants and sediment are mixed.

I like reflections in water rather than looking at the sky, but this time it was different.

It was a distinctive shadow, the same size as the reflections of other clouds. The image was something I had never seen before, ripples and wrinkles in the water.

I wasted the entire best observation time on it, and before I could imagine its true form, I looked up. Groups of clouds disappeared in the night sky. In the last few seconds, I searched for the approximate location based on experience, but found no correspondence.

Then the twilight faded, and the clouds were no longer visible in the moonless sky. I still can't tell whether it was because the time was too short and I didn't see that cloud, nor did I have the chance to witness a similar reflection for the second time.

Thinking about it afterwards, I got some inspiration from it. I can't forget it and want to recreate that subtle feeling.

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Note: Everything except the acknowledgments is purely fictitious.