You will also encounter Shura Field after exile [Greek Mythology]

The lagoon is full of corpses, people walking on the road will suddenly die, the door of the house is open, like a big empty mouth, swallowing all life, the doctor with the beak mask is holding a lamp, holding a A thin stick turned over the body, telling the buryer to be careful.

"The Lord is angry."

Countless people think so in their hearts.

"But we have never been happy before, why is he still angry?"

More people think so.

Some people knelt down to pray, but the fate of death still came one after another. This punishment was harsh, and the population was greatly reduced. They couldn't help but think of the great flood that existed in the past.

The priests said that it was all your fault for not believing in God, and locked themselves firmly in the huge church and continued to spend their days and nights.

"Doctor, can this disease be cured?" Someone asked cautiously, and Doctor John couldn't help trembling. To be honest, he didn't know that the Black Death came fast and violently. Anyone who encountered it will die quickly, and the rider on the white horse walks behind him, and he feels the cold wind on his back.And the next moment, the person who was still talking to him started to have a fever.

Doctors hugged his body, but he felt the life draining away.

"Do you have anything to confess?" The doctor couldn't help asking.

The man's eyeballs moved.

"Confess your mother." He whispered, "I just feel that I have never been to a snow mountain in my life."

He sighed, "My wife who died the night before yesterday said it would be great there."

The doctor held his hand and knelt on the ground silently. The man died gradually. His eyes were lowered, as if he was thinking about something.

"Humanity may really be hopeless." The thought echoed in his mind, "if no one comes to save them."

Are human beings worth saving?

"Move the corpse away quickly," another doctor shouted, "putting it here will infect others."

"Then let the boatman row to the middle of the lagoon," the doctor ordered, "sink the boat."

"Come on, move," he said, and hurried forward.

Doctor John stood up and dragged the corpse to the boat according to his instructions. He saw humans, a lot of humans. He thought the city was empty, and everyone ran to the countryside to linger.

"Hurry up and dispose of the corpse." Someone commanded loudly, "The remaining manpower is now divided into two groups, one group will destroy the corpse, and the other group will continue to dig the project."

"Engineering?" Dr. John asked softly.

A doctor glanced at him and pointed to the street, "Dig some pipes below to let the sewage go underground and into the river."

"Then you can isolate the rats from the people," he said.

"Would that help?" Dr. John asked.

"I don't know." The other party replied honestly, "But you can't wait to die."

"Hold the bed, don't touch the corpse with your hands, don't touch the corpse with your hands." The person standing on the high ground commanded loudly, "Take the least time to dispose of the corpse, and fewer people will die."

"Have the tools ready, and every household has to check for dead people." The commander said loudly, "Be careful with animal corpses."

"I need three more people to question the ships passing by recently."

"Has God abandoned us?" Someone asked in a low voice.

"I don't know." The commander said, he thought for a while, "But I know, we are here now, and we haven't abandoned our city yet."

His voice was a little hoarse, but he still said loudly, "None of you want to give up."

Everyone divided into two groups and moved quickly. They took the bed boards, sticks and distilled alcohol, wore black cloaks, and were as silent as a dark cloud.

The knight on the white horse is still cruising the streets.

Doctor John carefully picked up the dead man, put it in the car, covered it with a black cloth filled with quicklime, and the carriage drove quickly to the port, where the boatman was waiting.

We have nowhere to go but home.

He knew that these humans were afraid of death, so they wore beak masks and carefully picked up the corpses with sticks.

He also felt that they were not afraid of death at all.

But the severity of the Lord is more than that.

The red horse rider came as promised, sharp wars broke out between cities, and people hated each other under extreme pressure and began to hurt each other.

The black horse rider and the gray horse rider, the doctor also saw their traces sporadically. Now that the four knights are wandering around the world today, what else is there in this world except suffering.

"Human beings are vulnerable."

"Probably faith will return."

Above heaven, that's what they must be talking about.

The Inquisition still hunts for heresy, and the censorship still falsifies publications.

In the midst of chaos and confusion, someone sat down, picked up a pen, and dipped in ink.

He gazed at the silent garden, and the butterflies settled on his window frame, free and radiant, like love and death itself.

He couldn't help thinking of some of his past, his mother who died young, his cruel family, his unfortunate lover who died young, and his best friend who had a rough life.

He opened the "Divine Comedy" on the desktop and looked at the sentences written by the lonely senior who died in a foreign country.

He smiled and wrote the most outrageous article.

"What shall I do with the excess of my passion? Is it better to serve a gentleman who loves me more than himself than to waste it?"(1)

I don't think humans have committed any crimes that deserve punishment.

The butterflies flew up, and the bright sun was still hanging in the sky.

"I want to praise love from the bottom of my heart. Love is enough to destroy everything. Even a brother falls in love with a sister. The most unviable thing in the laws of nature is love." (2) He wrote, "Human beings, praise yourself."

He sealed his manuscript in an envelope and sent it to the publisher.

Death cannot rule over all things after all.

Human beings naturally love stories.

Counts and ladies, monks and pawns, princesses and thieves, ladies and students, stories brighten life, people talk about them, and pass around a book that would make a priest who calls himself an upright man furious.

Criticize it if you want more people to read it.

Ten days and a hundred stories.

This is a collection that undoubtedly feels like a great deal, and the students have been working around the clock to translate it.

Only the most common language can be matched with such a simple, lively and passionate story. More people have seen these stories, and some poets can't help but think, I can also write such a story.

"Poetry is theology!" (3)

Survival is worship!

This world is not the other side!

The Sphinx once asked aloud, "Man, recognize yourself!" (4)

And now we shall say aloud, "Praise thyself, O man!"

We're not just going to discuss Epicurus in underground assemblies, we're even going to study The Divine Comedy, we're going to have seminars on it, we're even going to be studying Homer, wondering word for word what the blind slave saw How real.

After all, death cannot rule everything.

Something always rises from the ashes.

The doctor stood in the middle of the deserted street, holding the Decameron in his hand. He stared at the words. This book told the story of human beings, not saints and gods.

The girl lowered her head, looking at another book.

"Speaking of it," she whispered suddenly, "didn't your father give you any orders?"

The doctor shook his head, then nodded again.

He raised one hand, gently covering his chest.

"I do not know."

"He ordered you to save this world, didn't he?" the girl said softly, "Save this world when human beings are most desperate."

The doctor smiled and sat down, "Did you know it from the beginning?"

"I'm going to die." The girl looked at his face.

"Are you worried about me?" the doctor asked.

The girl lowered her eyes, and the doctor saw a flash of emotion in her purple eyes, "I thought I was just a tool for you."

The girl was silent.

The doctor suddenly smiled.

"I'm actually planning to do something, because the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are still under my command. It would be a good thing if the holy miracles were revealed to save mankind from suffering."

He said he had lit a pipe for himself, and smoked, some vice which he had picked up in crusade.

"Speaking of which, you probably know why he sent me here." The doctor asked.

"Because you are a human being, and you used to be a human being." The girl replied, "Is that so."

The doctor raised his hand and placed it gently on his chest. "I was the Son of Man."

"This is my body when I was a son of man," he said softly. "My father's name is John, and my mother's name is Mary."

"I'm a doctor." He seemed to have found some courage and wasn't afraid of what he was going to announce next.

"The Holy Father once ordered me to come to the world, become the savior, and return from human to god." He said softly, "I have indeed gone from human to god."

He held out his hand, and the dove landed on his hand.

"He predicted that due to some unstable guys wandering in the world, human beings will encounter a crisis of faith again, so he sent me again, and he ordered me to receive your power."

"If human beings are destroyed because of uncleanness, I will become the savior again." The doctor said softly, showing a faint smile.

"He asked me to observe you." The doctor said with a smile, "You sold me to the Crusaders."

"You have been observing seriously for hundreds of years." The girl said with a chuckle, "How about it, are you satisfied with what you have learned?"

The doctor stood up, and he suddenly laughed, "I was just wondering if you would die, I committed such a big thing."

"Please take me away." He said softly, "Please make me the Son of Man."

"I want to try the third kind of life, neither a scapegoat for others, nor a savior for others."

"I have a father and a mother, friends and enemies, why can't I be a human being."

"I want to be human."

The girl looked at him peacefully. After a while, she laughed and put her hand on his chest. He felt a beating sound and blood was flowing.

"You have already been." She said with a chuckle, and handed him the book in her hand.

He lowered his eyes and opened the contents inside.

The poet has traveled through hell, purgatory and heaven, and the descriptions are vivid and contain his own thinking and enthusiasm.

He smiled and reached out to touch its cover.

Countless layers of alcohol had been poured on the desolate streets, and an unpleasant smell erupted. The streets were empty, but he knew that human beings were returning.

One era seems to be slowly ending, while another is rising.

Human beings, define gods.

Human beings, praise yourself.

In this darkest hour, cocoon in the wanderings of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

The author has something to say: (1) (2) Both come from Boccaccio’s Decameron

(3) Prose from Boccaccio

(4) From the Mystery of the Sphinx

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