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I used to have a sky filled with bright clouds of flowers. It drifts all the time, and it is this unfettered drift that gives me such a dreamy picture. I want to give it a name. I call it the sky. It is a shallow arc. It is a bridge between heaven and sky. Just like its half-awake and half-drinking smile, it makes this quite brilliant sky color. It is undoubtedly my trust, I even huddled the whole body in its arms, this is a kind of warmth that is comparable to family, from the tiptoe to the hair. I enjoy this unparalleled feeling. It is just like the bright swordsman guarding his most important things, defending his loyalty with action, and sheltering this weak me. Gradually, it is paralyzed, it is old, it has guarded me for countless years, it has dedicated its own dawn, it has no complaints. The sky that used to be like a teenager who sneered at me, but it has gone far away. Its light and dark history is like a drop from heaven to hell. It has fallen into a bitter road from a starry star. . I am not willing to be embarrassed, it just left, the purple thunder is like my sorrowful roar, but we did not deal with this ruthless time with the enemy, it will aim at me, not biased. I exudes an inexplicable fear from the bottom of my heart. It is like a sharp blade that treats the meat on my body as a dross and throws it away. I am going to lose my mind, because this lightning is only the distance between my eyes and the tip of my nose. I can't be calm, I can't accept death with courage. I am afraid of reaching the extreme. This kind of fear makes me unable to move any more. I don't have a fist and can't shout. I opened my eyes and tried to find the light from my eyes. Ah, my heart screamed with a heartbreaking cry. I can't tell if this is mine. I am completely numb, because I can't see the color of blood. Is this the feeling of death, why is it so clear, I closed my eyes, I want to be calm, and I want to find my sky in another world.

Open your eyes, I don't know how long it has passed, I am sure that I am dead, and I must die very badly. This should be the underworld. I wiped my eyes and it was a bright light. I felt a little dazzling, but it was acceptable. Then, I was shocked, I actually saw the sky again, why? Is it not dead? why? I can't understand all of this. I will be annoyed in the face of death, but I can't even find a word that can be described in front of this doubt. I am afraid to say hello to my sky, I am afraid it is not it, I am afraid that this is just a dream of God left to the deceased.

I turned my back and went. Until I was tired, I sat down slowly. This is a meadow. I used to be unconcerned, but now it is very beautiful. Maybe it is dwarfed by the sky, but it is still beyond what else. I started to feel a bit intoxicated, and I felt a little bit reliant on the sky. My eyes seem to have become deep, perhaps the reward God gave me after death. I saw something I have never seen before, birds, flowers, butterflies, deer...

All this is a mystery. I am like a deep fog, and I can't reach my fingers. I am happy, too, I am also depressed.

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