Little Farmer Big Star

A picture appeared in front of everyone on the scene.

There are images and sounds.

It is their own heartfelt voice, and the song that they hear in their ears.

"I stepped on the boat of the desert,

Put the pipe hourglass on your back,

He also held a pot of spirits in his hand.

The long old road is long and long,

I can’t talk about joy, anger, sorrow,

Only the camel was still busy.

..."

The picture keeps changing with the sounds they hear. In the picture, the person they see, who resembles themselves and others, rolls over and exaggerates the camel beside him, puts a pipe and an hourglass on his back, and returns in his hand. Holding a pot of spirits.

The picture feels very strong, and what everyone sees is so real.

It is so real that they are a little confused. Is what they see is imaginary or real?

The person in the picture stepped on a camel, put a pipe and an hourglass on his back, and was holding spirits. What is he going to do?

Naturally, I am going to cross the desert.

Since then, other disturbances in the world have nothing to do with him, only on the long and long ancient road, in the vast and barren desert, there is a figure of him riding a camel lonely.

The figure is lonely, but it is also enviable and yearning.

Longing for the vastness, barrenness and loneliness of the desert, longing for walking in the desert, the camel full of spirituality, carrying hope and distance.

When you are physically and mentally exhausted, when you are disturbed and helpless by all kinds of disturbances in the world, put on your pipe and hourglass on your back, take the spirits, step on the camel, go for a walk in the desert, and let go of everything Everything seems to be a good choice.

It's just that when you are caught in the dust, how many people can go for a walk in the desert without worry?

Therefore, the figure walking lonely in the desert is indeed distressing, but also enviable and yearning.

"What a ghostly legend,

What sprites, sprites, monsters,

Only the heron was singing quietly.

The yellow sand swept across the sky,

Walked around every corner,

Walking in the endless galaxy.

..."

The singing continued, some hoarse, some high-pitched, and the scenes everyone saw in front of the scene still continued.

Regardless of what ghosts and legends, what ghosts, monsters, or the yellow sand filled the sky, all the obsessive, grievances and barriers in front of them are all regarded as non-existent and invisible.

As long as you move forward, you will be able to hear the heron and eagle singing faintly in the sky, and you will be able to see the endless galaxy.

Those are the places of hope.

"Day and night intertwine,

So enchanting and graceful,

I wasted time and I wasted myself.

There are too many lost paths ahead,

Persistence can be free and easy,

Get out of the darkness to be happy and happy.

..."

Day and night are so distinct, and when they cross each other, they are so enchanting and graceful.

Especially in the desolate and lonely desert, the interlaced pictures are definitely more enchanting and graceful.

No one can deny its enchanting, no one can deny its gracefulness, even those who have never seen such a sight.

The scene of day and night interlaced is so enchanting and graceful, but for many people, time is passing by in such enchanting and graceful interlacing.

Time wasted, time wasted, and self wasted. The long road of life is like the desert in front of me, barren, lonely, and too many lost paths.

But if you can keep moving forward, you will be able to cross the lost road ahead, get out of the darkness, and then become free and happy.

The singing is paused, and the rhythm of the melody is still cheerful and free and easy, just like the man walking alone in the desert, finally crossing the desert, crossing the lost way, out of the darkness, and becoming free and easy.

It seemed that he could hear the laughter of that person extremely freely and easily.

The scene in front of everyone on the scene still hasn't disappeared. They saw the person laughing and heard the person laughing.

The picture in front of me is still following the melody, swinging rhythmically, which is cheerful and free and easy.

At this time, the singing was suspended, everyone's thoughts should have temporarily withdrawn from the singing, and then they were shocked, surprised, excited and excited.

Because they were not optimistic about a song, but it made them fascinated like a demon.

But the fact is not like this, they are neither shocked, surprised, nor excited or excited.

Because their thoughts have not come out of the singing, they are still fascinated.

Until the singing came out again.

"I look for a desert oasis,

A mirage appeared,

I seem to see her waiting there.

Thinking of her tenderness,

Piping hot on my chest,

Lost in the pot of old wine last night.

..."

In the barren desert, always look for oasis, because oasis represents life and hope.

In the process of searching for oasis, mirages often appear.

The mirage is illusory, but it is so real in the eyes of those looking for an oasis in the desert.

Not only real, but also very beautiful.

Beautiful places often have beautiful things, and the most beautiful is naturally the beloved waiting there.

I think of her gentleness, of her once leaning on my chest, everything is beautiful, but unfortunately now I can only use the word "remember".

Everything is what it used to be, and she will only appear in the mirage again, can see, but can no longer touch her hair, her cheeks, and her tenderness.

Love has joys and sorrows, regrets, and misses.

Perhaps everyone will meet someone who wants to love but missed it.

Love is not perfect again.

Everyone sighed softly. At this time, it is estimated that I would really be lost in the pot of old wine last night.

"I put on big-toed leather shoes,

Across the harsh wilderness,

I seem to travel to another world.

Aladdin’s magic lamp should be tilted,

Heaven and **** have overlapped,

Suddenly a butterfly flew.

..."

The love that has passed away is no longer possible again, and occasionally I can see her face, and it is enough to think of her tenderness.

Burying love in the bottom of my heart, not touching it for the time being, putting on big-toed leather shoes, transcending the awful wilderness, it's like coming to another world.

What kind of world is that?

It was a beautiful fairy tale world, a fairy tale about the beautiful love between Aladdin and the princess.

Beautiful love often only exists in fairy tales.

Aladdin, a poor and kind young man, lives in the western part of China.

One day, a magician found him.

The sorcerer claims to be Aladdin's father's brother who has died. He pretends to be Aladdin's uncle in order to get Aladdin to help him get a treasure.

Only Aladdin could get that treasure, it was an old oil lamp.

The magician took Aladdin to the place where the oil lamp was placed, and then told Aladdin how to get the oil lamp.

Aladdin did so, and finally got the oil lamp smoothly.

However, when Aladdin returned, an accident happened and was trapped underground by the magician.

Aladdin finally understood that the magician was not his uncle, he was just using him to help him get the oil lamp.

Fortunately, Aladdin did not give the oil lamp to the magician. Aladdin looked at the oil lamp, wiped it with his hand, and a magical scene appeared.

A giant stood in front of Aladdin, calling his master, and asked Aladdin what order?

It turned out that it was not an ordinary oil lamp, but a magic lamp.

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