[Comprehensive Classics] Traveled all over Europe to demolish CP

In the last chapter of Chapter 55, the compensation for blindness,

First of all, I would like to declare that Xiaofeng's ending is by no means unfinished -- to be exact, this article comes with the ending first, and the article is always paving the way for the ending...

However, according to the reactions of readers, it seems that the foreshadowing was not very successful, forgetting that most readers have never read Xiaofeng's Cultivation of Immortals...

If beating Xiaofeng can make you happy, Xiaofeng will definitely donate the chrysanthemum for you to ravage.

Therefore, here I would like to sincerely apologize to those who were struck by God's thunder. Because of the lack of writing skills, it is definitely not irresponsible. The trauma caused, Xiaofeng decided to make up for one or two in this chapter...

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The author has something to say: she bumped up and down in the monstrous waves that she had crossed in several lifetimes, and at the moment she looked back, she saw the other shore.

Opening her eyes again, she found that she was still sitting in the rocking chair on the balcony, looking around, the warm and light sunshine in the south of England and the moist and fresh air enveloped her.

Perhaps, a big dream has just woken up; perhaps, she is in the dream right now.

At this moment, there is finally an answer to this philosophical problem that has troubled her, tortured her, and made her a little fresh in literature and art.

She will no longer wonder, "Is this world an illusion or is it real? Am I waking up or am I dreaming? Is there anything else in this world worthy of our belief, our pursuit, and our protection?"

——Since "dream" and "feeling" are inseparable, life is like a big dream, and there is no need to pursue and care about the distinction between things and self, life and death.

Understand people and me, break life and death-feel like dreams.

——Since the senses can deceive people, simply don't ask "is it true?"Relax, get rid of obsessions, experience, rather than confirm and distinguish... let yourself be between things and me, subjective and objective, bright and dark, illusions and illusions, and maintain a "swimming" attitude, "swimming" artistic conception.

When reading, the readers will rejoice when they see the heroine and the heroine being in love with each other; they will also be filled with righteous indignation when they see the traitor framed and Zhongliang suffer. Loyal ministers are all fictional characters in the story, substituting themselves into the book, so that they can't tell the inside and the outside of the book.

This feeling is not real, but it is a real wonderful life experience.

——Because life is like a dream, it is possible to break away from the shackles of the senses, to experience the selflessness, joy, and free aesthetic experience when the subject and the object are united, and to demonstrate the possibility of a broader life.

Lifelike, self-referring to one's ambitions, not knowing one's surroundings—things and I are in perfect harmony.

Perhaps, the century-old travel experience from 1812 to 1912 was just a fugue when she was fascinated by reading.

Perhaps, the experience from Longborn to Thornfield, from London to Paris, from Peterborough to Southampton is real, and she is just dreaming at this time.

What does it matter?

She is grateful for Pride and Prejudice.

Thank you, the people of the Bennet family, for making me grow from naive to mature, from hot-headed to calm, from blaming others to learning to cherish.

Thank you, Mr. Darcy, for showing me that some good things are meant to be missed, and we can only move forward.

She is grateful for "Jane Eyre".

Thank you, Mrs. Fairfax, for giving me, who is exhausted physically and mentally, a warm haven where I can rest, so as not to be displaced and lost in the storm of reality.

Thank you, Adele, for teaching me that it is better to give than to receive, and to give.

She is grateful to La Traviata.

Thank you, old prince, thank you for not caring about gossip that can crush people, allowing me to regain the warmth of home, and loving me like my own daughter.

Thank you, Armand, thank you for making me believe that besides the naked exchange of benefits, there is another kind of unrequited emotion other than blood relationship in this world.

She is grateful for The Phantom of the Opera.

Thank you, Eric, thank you for letting me pick up kindness again and face the crowd and the world with kindness—because an inadvertent warmth may change someone's life.

She is grateful for Resurrection.

Thank you, Dmitry Ivanovich, it turned out that there were some irreparable injuries, and I could only choose to forget and forgive.

She is grateful for "Anna Karenina".

Thank you, Alexei and Seryozha, you have taught me what marriage is and what responsibility is in the long days.

She is grateful for Titanic.

Thank you Jack...

Since life is like a dream, we can only cherish the present moment.

Since life is like a post, why not hold a candle for a night tour.

She stood up from the rocking chair and squinted at the dazzling cloud shadow sky above her head.

I have to go to class tomorrow, so I have to go back to preview.

The great minds and thoughts of the predecessors are waiting for her in the books, the generous scholarships are waiting for her in the grades, and a wider and more brilliant world is waiting for her ahead.

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