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

The girl has a pair of very beautiful hands.

It was the first time the doctor held her hand.

To be honest, she is not very good at dancing, and sometimes she accidentally stepped on the doctor's foot, but her foot was very light, and it passed by like a dragonfly on water. Before the doctor could feel anything, she took it back .

She is really not a noble and elegant woman.

He is the purest white lamb.

And she is the black sheep named Black Sheep.

She took her hand and walked step by step towards hell and eternal doom, and then he was in the most terrifying and solemn darkness in the world, looking up.

The stars shine.

Only when it is dark can you see the stars.

He looked into the girl's purple eyes, and saw traces of star trails inside. He knew it was impolite to stare into a woman's eyes, but at this moment it was difficult for him to take his eyes off the thousands of stars.

He found that one thing he had overlooked all this time was that this maiden was a beautiful goddess, unlike the other gods he had seen, they might have been more refined, more in line with the geometric composition or what was discovered The beauty of scientific truth.

And most of this girl's beauty comes from her danger, the danger that makes people collapse at the touch of a finger.

No one can deny the delusions she gives.

why?

Wouldn't it be good to die as a raised pig or dog?

Wouldn't it be nice to be protected in the Garden of Eden?

Wouldn't it be nice to be favored by the gods?

why?The doctor asked his heart again, and he found that no matter how many times he chose, he would always give the same answer.

Life is precious.

He didn't want to die, and he didn't want to lose the friends and memories he had so easily.

Love is more expensive.

He also wanted to find a beautiful girl, who would sit on the embankment like those daring couples, watch the river gurgling through for thousands of years, and make the most sacred vows.

For freedom.

Both are throwable. (1)

Caiyi's hopes rested on the girl's shoulders, and she looked at his face with black eyes.

There are always some strange and contradictory things in this world, such as love that can only be fulfilled by death, or freedom that can only be born in a cage.

I am willing to commit my frail and perishable life to the most sacred and great cause in the world.

To enable future generations to live with dignity and freedom.

"Sometimes I blame you." The doctor said softly, "If those things are luxuries and you have to pay countless prices to get them, why do you want to show them to me?"

"When one is young, one always wants to see some good things, such as Lou Yun, which is bigger than Poseidon's carriage, or the snow-capped mountains soaring into the sky." The girl said softly, "You will feel inferior. "

"Well, I feel happy." The girl said in a low voice, "It is enough to carry through the countless busy and mediocre years and the coldness of the world."

"Have you seen it?" asked the doctor.

The girl was silent for a while.

"Saw it," she said softly, "even caught it."

"I think your whole life has been a dark age," the doctor whispered.

The girl actually laughed.

"There's nothing wrong with it." The girl said with a light smile, "After all, I was poor all my life, how dare I enter the prosperity."

The doctor let go of her hand and bowed deeply.

"May in the end, you will be free."

The girl laughed softly.

"Thank you." She lowered her head and quietly withdrew her hand, "I murdered you, this is the crime I will bear."

"You have committed a lot of crimes, and this one is not bad." The doctor said with a smile.

The girl laughed too, and she turned around and left.

The doctor watched her back disappear into the end of his field of vision, the cloud was drooping and billowing black, he raised a hand, "My great father, please give me strength."

"Let's bring disaster to the world."

"He wants to bring disaster?" asked the angel in bewilderment.

"Why is it a disaster?" Another angel asked softly, "If it is a disaster, we have no right to interfere, because the father said that now the world needs punishment, and disasters are allowed."

"If he doesn't bless us, we don't have to deal with this matter." The angels whispered together, "Could it be that he intends to do something approved by the Father, and then come back?"

"Maybe." An angel said, "After all, the world is a muddy quagmire. Who can bear to stay there for a long time?"

"So, allow disaster?" asked the angel.

"Allow, allow, allow." All the checkpoints have been cleared. Angels are a kind of thing that lacks self-awareness. As long as you input something that meets their requirements, you will get corresponding feedback, meticulous and exact.

They are the most faithful servants of the Father.

They are the Father's hands, the Father's eyes, the Father's ears, and the Father's mouth.

"Disaster, allow."

Humans are different from gods in this.

The gods are so powerful, they can climb up the mountains and cross the seas at will, but human beings can't do it.

So they built waterwheels by the river, so they set fire against the wind to suppress forest fires.

Man is better at going down the river than at blocking it.

This is a certain virtue of being human.

The doctor knew that the angel would definitely allow everything, and there was nothing that could be refuted about his proposal.

But are disasters just disasters?

The burned woodland will grow more lush the next year, and the frozen land can temporarily stay away from the plague.

"Let's bring disaster to the world."

"Let disaster strike me."

He prayed softly, knelt down, let the world become white, let everything disappear in the fierce storm.

Then, resurrect it.

Snowing.

People were surprised to find that snowflakes began to float around them. This is a heavy snow that has been difficult to encounter for many years. Every snowflake is delicate and clear, like someone's heart. The world has become clean and pure, and all the filth seems to be buried and washed away. .

"Reduce going out and prevent freezing disasters." Someone in the streets and alleys is notifying that people in the city stay behind closed doors, while people in the countryside are stepping up to cut firewood.

"Is this the white disaster coming?" someone asked.

"No, it's a miracle." The young student said, "The miracle of the end of the plague."

A rare heavy snow may be the miracle that countless doctors are waiting for.

The farther north you go, the less plague there is.

If there is a snow, give them a break, destroy the bodies, improve the facilities, then when spring comes, those things will not come back.

People watch the colorful and flying snowflakes from the windows.

"It's almost Christmas," the child said with a smile.

The young doctor walking on the street was slightly taken aback. He turned his head to look at the warm room, where there was a fire and parents. He stood down silently, letting his breath form a layer of white mist on the glass.

As a mortal body, there is only one outcome for exercising such enormous power, and that is collapse.

When the snow stops, I will die.

he thought.

But at that time, the rider on the white horse was probably dead too.

He saw the horse lying on the ground, he stretched out his hand to touch it, and it was already frozen by snowflakes, and in the distance, that arrogant and domineering guy was trying to crawl forward.

As long as I touch one person, I can live, his struggling legs make it clear.

The doctor was about to stop him, but when he lifted his foot, he felt that his strength had been exhausted, and he accidentally fell to the ground.

However, he watched the guy squirming forward inch by inch, and there was indeed a flame of homeless people living in front of him.

He seemed to find some strength and grabbed the guy by the ankle.

The snow is still falling continuously.

The guy felt the anger and turned his ferocious pale face, his saliva dripped on the ground and made a hissing sound, but he still grabbed his ankle, unwilling to let go at all.

"Don't move." He said, in the silent heavy snow, even if the voice was not loud, the other party could still hear it clearly.

"You are disgusting." The white horse rider scolded, "You lie on the ground like a bug."

"Don't you look like that?" The doctor retorted without hesitation.

"Isn't my ugliness caused by a generous and benevolent fellow man like you?" asked the knight.

The doctor chose to keep his mouth shut, gripping his ankle tightly, refusing to let go.

"Let go of me, you dirty traitor." The knight cursed, "The bottom of hell is reserved for traitors like you."

The doctor lowered his eyes in silence.

"I am indeed a sinner, and the Romans declared me guilty," he said calmly, "in full compliance with the law and procedure."

"Yeah, you deserve to die, you disgusting bad guy, you never know what's right and what's wrong." The knight reprimanded loudly.

"But I will be resurrected." The doctor said softly, covering his increasingly cold heart with the other hand.

"How could you be resurrected? Father must be very disappointed in you." The knight scolded.

"Father is disappointed in me or hope." The doctor's voice became very low, almost drifting in the wind, "People will resurrect me."

"They will judge me for my sins."

"An answer will be given."

The bell rang the rhythm of dusk, the lamplighter walked slowly, all the street lights were lit, today seems to be a special day, all human beings do not cherish their candles as much as in the past, this dark world instantly becomes Brightly lit.

Layers of warm lights seem to invade the dark night.

The knight raised his head with difficulty.

He saw something hanging on the door of every house.

Cyan leaves, woven into beautiful garlands with red berries.

"What is this?" His eyes were drawn to it.

"Mom, why did you hang this?" The girl asked with a smile, and the woman who was about to open the door saw the wreath hanging on the door.

"Because Christmas is here and this is holly, the thorny branch is the cross that killed Jesus, and the red berries are His blood."

The woman pushed her glasses, then turned her head, "Wait a minute, there seems to be someone there."

The knight showed a smug smile, "Look, she is coming to see you, I won."

The woman came over and reached out to touch the young doctor's body, "Are you okay?"

"Is it sick?" she asked. "Are you still awake?"

The knight stretched out his hand triumphantly, and then he found that his hand had passed through the woman's arm.

He heard the doctor laugh.

"Speaking of which, haven't you heard what my father said, killing thousands of people is not enough to be a hero, but saving one person is enough to be a sage."

"You have no right to directly punish a saint." He pronounced the sentence softly, and there seemed to be a mocking smile on his frozen bruised face.

The knight wailed in despair, his body shattered piece by piece into some kind of thick, dark green thing, and then was blown clean by the wind.

The woman worriedly prepared to drag the young doctor up, "Go and call Dad, there is a sick person here." She said to the little girl.

The snow gradually stopped, and everyone was reunited under the warm lights of the city. The young man's body made a sound similar to broken glass in the quiet night, disappearing and invisible.

Some say that the woman holding his body at that time looked like Michelangelo's Pieta.

The author has something to say: (1) The author of this poem is the poem "Freedom and Love" by the Hungarian poet Petofi.

This is the version we often see. It was translated in 1929 by the famous Chinese poet Yin Fu (Bai Mang), one of the "Five Martyrs of the Left League".

感谢在2021-09-3011:22:42~2021-10-0111:11:13期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 Riggs;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Qingyang; 1 bottle of Chestnut Yen;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!