Who knows the legend of the stars?

The legend of the stars-similar to the fate of the little prince

There are two things, the more we think about it repeatedly, the more we inject constant renovation into people's minds, and the admiration and awe are increasing day by day. This is the starry sky in my heart and the moral law in my heart. These are Kant's words, engraved on his tombstone. This is one of the coolest sayings in the history of human thought.

Looking up at the starry sky on the campus lawn with Joan certainly won't have that kind of philosophical heaviness. Just deep down, inexplicable, non-terrorist coolness seems to be attacking the whole world.

Deep starry sky! ! How many mysterious truths have you mastered in the infinite vastness?

Joan, like me, is convinced that there is a little prince written by St. Dexhuberg who lives on an asteroid: the little prince who refuses to answer any questions, watches sunsets 24 times a day, is sensitive and naive with the wisdom of returning to nature, and finally disappears into the desert in order to return to his rose.

Joan asked me: Has the little prince returned to his planet?

Of course.

What if he finds his rose withered when he goes back?

His rose will not wither, because she will wait for the little prince to come back.

However, roses will wither eventually.

No, the roses waiting for the little prince will not wither.

Why?

Because she is waiting, if she withers, she can't wait.

Sometimes the soul is immortal. The immortality of the soul can support the immortality of matter.

Joan certainly knows that it is unreasonable to explain this from the books we have studied. But she'd rather listen to me.

There was a faint blue light in her eyes: Yes, I believe that sometimes the soul is immortal, especially when one soul is waiting for another.

Joan looked at me, that kind of eyes can coexist with time.

What kind of eyes are those? Have you ever been to shipai village in the Three Gorges? Entering from Xialaoxi along the winding stone path, the slight mountain wind blows, and the water droplets splashed by Qin Ying Waterfall wet the legend carved on the slate. These are her eyes.

What kind of eyes are those? At one end of Qilian Mountain, there is warmth in the valley where there is no sunshine all day. On one side of the towering valley, a snow lotus is smiling in a dream.

What kind of eyes are those! ! A reflecting lake, a snowy water with a thousand miles of ice peak. A black hole that doesn't even let light through.

Does it really prove this sentence, when a soul is waiting for another soul, is she really immortal?

But deep down, I am still a materialist, although I often make some idealistic remarks on the surface.

Joan finally felt uneasy: you'd better write a sequel to The Little Prince! Write another book about the little prince's return.

I shook my head: The Little Prince is a book that I admire very much, and I dare not. I don't respect many books.

In fact, I discovered Joan's mystery from the beginning.

It was our first tryst.

In the campus pine forest, the starlight shines obliquely into the forest and rotates vaguely in the air. Joan is dancing on the lawn.

Under the starlight, white skirt, gentle and graceful posture and light pace, I feel like dreaming.

A star in the sky began to dance. Really, a star in the sky began to dance. I suddenly saw it.

I almost screamed.

Joan later said that I was dreaming. How can stars dance in the sky? Perhaps, what you see is a meteor!

But how can meteors spin and jump freely in the air?

Is it the wind?

Are you lovers?

Turn around, leaving a crumbling loneliness.

it's you

The most loved one

It's hard to take away the mystery of youth.

only

I only believe in love.

see you again

The person I love most!

The person I love!

While writing this, I suddenly heard this poem. I don't understand why.

I don't write poetry anymore. I can't write poetry. Perhaps, my heart is old! Poetry is produced by young passion. Old people can't write poetry. If he is still writing poetry after thirty, he is not a real poet. So Haizi died. North Island no longer writes poetry.

I wrote it by hand when I was listening to an old wolf song.

When Joan took my hand, I just wanted to say to her: Is it the wind? Are you lovers?

Joan and the little prince have the same ending, but there is not a sensitive and suspicious rose on the jumping star. So, she pays more attention to me. Perhaps, I am more important than her rose.

And another thing has a greater impact on me. This matter can start with another article I wrote to record my relationship with my roommate.

I extracted the relevant plot in "Fallen Combination-East Building 306" as follows:

Personality seven

The welding teacher and the head teacher of the next class sit behind us and listen to the class.

Huang schadenfreude: Xia (my college nickname), the welding teacher is behind, and he still doesn't sit with her.

I looked back: Ye and the welding teacher were sitting side by side.

I sighed deeply: I hate, I hate.

Ye, a vulgar guy, sits at the same table with the god of love in my heart. I gnashed my teeth.

I once announced loudly in the dormitory: I like our welding teacher. Look at her charm. She is as mature as a red persimmon. This is called a woman. Unlike those self-righteous little girls. They are: in my eyes, they are just naked little girls.

I don't want to go down in history as a son of a bitch. First, because he has nothing cute. Second, he didn't do anything that might disturb or be recalled. I believe the first thing I do when I leave 306 is to forget him. Third, he never gave me any benefits. And GREAT GHOST, I often steal some coins from his box, and I was caught red-handed several times. Xiaowu will be a politician in the future; Shandong often lends me money, although there is a certain interest. So I want to erect a monument to the three of them. And Neptune, I have racked my brains and can't figure out what he has dedicated for me. I can barely sign up: first, I ate half of his steamed bread, but when I couldn't find coins and instant noodles in GREAT GHOST's box, I tore it off while he was not watching TV. That time, his eyes were red. Secondly, I lent him twenty dollars, but within three days, he followed me everywhere. In the morning, he said that his money order hasn't arrived home yet, and now he is penniless. In the afternoon, he said that the bank deposit was used up and dinner was not finished. He followed me for three meals. I counted only twenty dollars, and he almost ate it up. I quickly asked the fat man to lend him money to pay him back.

The Neptune was originally named Wang Zhonghai, but he called himself "bastard". Because it is a book biography, it is called by the sea king to show solemnity. Never think that he can really catch fish in the Han River and shrimp in the Yangtze River. Don't even think that the tortoise really practiced all kinds of robbery to become the sea king. This son of a bitch is as timid as a mouse. A mouse in a dormitory may be lonely after being lovelorn. When he wanted to sleep with him, he screamed and jumped out of bed, sitting on the bed in a daze. This daze was actually two hours, and my eyes were straight, blurred and empty. Fortunately, Xiaowu comes from a poor and remote village and is quite familiar with witchcraft. He said that the sea king's soul was scared away and he had to be called back. The other three were scared to death by Xiao Wu's words. Fortunately, 306 grew up in the worst environment and is a combination of poets, thinkers and adventurers. Ten minutes later, it was decided that Shandong and I would "pretend to be souls" outside, and Xiaowu and GREAT GHOST would "shout souls" indoors. Xiaowu's method is mysterious and primitive, but it really works. Wang Zhonghai, come back, he screamed indoors. Shandong and I were so frightened outside that we didn't follow the pre-arranged procedure-we had to shout: I'm back. I promised and ran away at random, and Shandong fell when I went up the stairs. At the same time, the soul of Neptune came back with us. Afterwards, we all blamed Xiaowu for shouting so horribly that it was three points scarier than those zombie movies in Hong Kong. Xiao Wu's explanation can only be understood by such a ghost. Shandong said that he seemed to be caught by something when he went upstairs, so he fell down. We guess it must be the ghost of the tortoise. Shandong scolded me again and didn't give him a hand after I fell. I completely forgot my oath of death when I was threatened. Fortunately, he has a strong sun be the spirit, otherwise he would have been sucked dry by ghosts, Xie Jing. The case of the lost soul of Neptune was the first of the nine major cases in 306. Because the plot is too secretive and bizarre, it has never been made public.

In fact, Joan was not surprised when I told the story to her. What surprised me was what she told me: In my heart, everyone's soul has another destination, you, me and all of them. Why do I trust the little prince? Maybe the little prince lives where his soul belongs. Maybe there is a star that belongs to us in the distant starry sky.

The legend of the stars/can write poems

-similar to the fate of the little prince

There are two things, the more we think about it repeatedly, the more we inject constant renovation into people's minds, and the admiration and awe are increasing day by day. This is the starry sky in my heart and the moral law in my heart. These are Kant's words, engraved on his tombstone. This is one of the coolest sayings in the history of human thought.

Looking up at the starry sky on the campus lawn with Joan certainly won't have that kind of philosophical heaviness. Just deep down, inexplicable, non-terrorist coolness seems to be attacking the whole world.

Deep starry sky! ! How many mysterious truths have you mastered in the infinite vastness?

Joan, like me, is convinced that there is a little prince written by St. Dexhuberg who lives on an asteroid: the little prince who refuses to answer any questions, watches sunsets 24 times a day, is sensitive and naive with the wisdom of returning to nature, and finally disappears into the desert in order to return to his rose.

Joan asked me: Has the little prince returned to his planet?

Of course.

What if he finds his rose withered when he goes back?

His rose will not wither, because she will wait for the little prince to come back.

However, roses will wither eventually.

No, the roses waiting for the little prince will not wither.

Why?

Because she is waiting, if she withers, she can't wait.

Sometimes the soul is immortal. The immortality of the soul can support the immortality of matter.

Joan certainly knows that it is unreasonable to explain this from the books we have studied. But she'd rather listen to me.

There was a faint blue light in her eyes: Yes, I believe that sometimes the soul is immortal, especially when one soul is waiting for another.

Joan looked at me, that kind of eyes can coexist with time.

What kind of eyes are those? Have you ever been to shipai village in the Three Gorges? Entering from Xialaoxi along the winding stone path, the slight mountain wind blows, and the water droplets splashed by Qin Ying Waterfall wet the legend carved on the slate. These are her eyes.

What kind of eyes are those? At one end of Qilian Mountain, there is warmth in the valley where there is no sunshine all day. On one side of the towering valley, a snow lotus is smiling in a dream.

What kind of eyes are those! ! A reflecting lake, a snowy water with a thousand miles of ice peak. A black hole that doesn't even let light through.

Does it really prove this sentence, when a soul is waiting for another soul, is she really immortal?

But deep down, I am still a materialist, although I often make some idealistic remarks on the surface.

Joan finally felt uneasy: you'd better write a sequel to the little prince! Write another book about the little prince's return.

I shook my head: The Little Prince is a book that I admire very much, and I dare not. I don't respect many books.

In fact, I discovered Joan's mystery from the beginning.

It was our first tryst.

In the campus pine forest, the starlight shines obliquely into the forest and rotates vaguely in the air. Joan is dancing on the lawn.

Under the starlight, white skirt, gentle and graceful posture and light pace, I feel like dreaming.

A star in the sky began to dance. Really, a star in the sky began to dance. I suddenly saw it.

I almost screamed.

Joan later said that I was dreaming. How can stars dance in the sky? Perhaps, what you see is a meteor!

But how can meteors spin and jump freely in the air?

Is it the wind?

Are you lovers?

Turn around, leaving a crumbling loneliness.

it's you

The most loved one

It's hard to take away the mystery of youth.

only

I only believe in love.

see you again

Favorite person!

The person I love!

While writing this, I suddenly heard this poem. I don't understand why.

I don't write poetry anymore. I can't write poetry. Perhaps, my heart is old! Poetry is produced by young passion. Old people can't write poetry. If he is still writing poetry after thirty, he is not a real poet. So Haizi died. North Island no longer writes poetry.

I wrote it by hand when I was listening to an old wolf song.

When Joan took my hand, I just wanted to say to her: Is it the wind? Are you lovers?

Joan and the little prince have the same ending, but there is not a sensitive and suspicious rose on the jumping star. So, she pays more attention to me. Perhaps, I am more important than her rose.

And another thing has a greater impact on me. This matter can start with another article I wrote to record my relationship with my roommate.

I extracted the relevant plot in "Fallen Combination-East Building 306" as follows:

Personality seven

The welding teacher and the head teacher of the next class sit behind us and listen to the class.

Huang schadenfreude: Xia (my college nickname), the welding teacher is behind, and he still doesn't sit with her.

I looked back: Ye and the welding teacher were sitting side by side.

I sighed deeply: I hate, I hate.

Ye, a vulgar guy, sits at the same table with the god of love in my heart. I gnashed my teeth.

I once announced loudly in the dormitory: I like our welding teacher. Look at her charm. She is as mature as a red persimmon. This is called a woman. Unlike those self-righteous little girls. They are: in my eyes, they are just naked little girls.

I don't want to go down in history as a son of a bitch. First, because he has nothing cute. Second, he didn't do anything that might disturb or be recalled. I believe the first thing I do when I leave 306 is to forget him. Third, he never gave me any benefits. And GREAT GHOST, I often steal some coins from his box, and I was caught red-handed several times. Xiaowu will be a politician in the future; Shandong often lends me money, although there is a certain interest. So I want to erect a monument to the three of them. And Neptune, I have racked my brains and can't figure out what he has dedicated for me. I can barely sign up: first, I ate half of his steamed bread, but when I couldn't find coins and instant noodles in GREAT GHOST's box, I tore it off while he was not watching TV. That time, his eyes were red. Secondly, I lent him twenty dollars, but within three days, he followed me everywhere. In the morning, he said that his money order hasn't arrived home yet, and now he is penniless. In the afternoon, he said that the bank deposit was used up and dinner was not finished. He followed me for three meals. I counted only twenty dollars, and he almost ate it up. I quickly asked the fat man to lend him money to pay him back.

The Neptune was originally named Wang Zhonghai, but he called himself "bastard". Because it is a book biography, it is called by the sea king to show solemnity. Never think that he can really catch fish in the Han River and shrimp in the Yangtze River. Don't even think that the tortoise really practiced all kinds of robbery to become the sea king. This son of a bitch is as timid as a mouse. A mouse in a dormitory may be lonely after being lovelorn. When he wanted to sleep with him, he screamed and jumped out of bed, sitting on the bed in a daze. This daze was actually two hours, and my eyes were straight, blurred and empty. Fortunately, Xiaowu comes from a poor and remote village and is quite familiar with witchcraft. He said that the sea king's soul was scared away and he had to be called back. The other three were scared to death by Xiao Wu's words. Fortunately, 306 grew up in the worst environment and is a combination of poets, thinkers and adventurers. Ten minutes later, it was decided that Shandong and I would "pretend to be souls" outside, and Xiaowu and GREAT GHOST would "shout souls" indoors. Xiaowu's method is mysterious and primitive, but it really works. Wang Zhonghai, come back, he screamed indoors. Shandong and I were so frightened outside that we didn't follow the pre-arranged procedure-we had to shout: I'm back. I promised and ran away at random, and Shandong fell when I went up the stairs. At the same time, the soul of Neptune came back with us. Afterwards, we all blamed Xiaowu for shouting so horribly that it was three points scarier than those zombie movies in Hong Kong. Xiao Wu's explanation can only be understood by such a ghost. Shandong said that he seemed to be caught by something when he went upstairs, so he fell down. We guess it must be the ghost of the tortoise. Shandong scolded me again and didn't give him a hand after I fell. I completely forgot my oath of death when I was threatened. Fortunately, he has a strong sun be the spirit, otherwise he would have been sucked dry by ghosts, Xie Jing. The case of the lost soul of Neptune was the first of the nine major cases in 306. Because the plot is too secretive and bizarre, it has never been made public.

In fact, Joan was not surprised when I told the story to her. What surprised me was what she told me: In my heart, everyone's soul has another destination, you, me and all of them. Why do I trust the little prince? Maybe the little prince lives where his soul belongs. Maybe there is a star that belongs to us in the distant starry sky.

The legend of the stars/can write poems

-similar to the fate of the little prince

There are two things, the more we think about it repeatedly, the more we inject constant renovation into people's minds, and the admiration and awe are increasing day by day. This is the starry sky in my heart and the moral law in my heart. These are Kant's words, engraved on his tombstone. This is one of the coolest sayings in the history of human thought.

Looking up at the starry sky on the campus lawn with Joan certainly won't have that kind of philosophical heaviness. Just deep down, inexplicable, non-terrorist coolness seems to be attacking the whole world.

Deep starry sky! ! How many mysterious truths have you mastered in the infinite vastness?

Joan, like me, is convinced that there is a little prince written by St. Dexhuberg who lives on an asteroid: the little prince who refuses to answer any questions, watches sunsets 24 times a day, is sensitive and naive with the wisdom of returning to nature, and finally disappears into the desert in order to return to his rose.

Joan asked me: Has the little prince returned to his planet?

Of course.

What if he finds his rose withered when he goes back?

His rose will not wither, because she will wait for the little prince to come back.

However, roses will wither eventually.

No, the roses waiting for the little prince will not wither.

Why?

Because she is waiting, if she withers, she can't wait.

Sometimes the soul is immortal. The immortality of the soul can support the immortality of matter.

Joan certainly knows that it is unreasonable to explain this from the books we have studied. But she'd rather listen to me.

There was a faint blue light in her eyes: Yes, I believe that sometimes the soul is immortal, especially when one soul is waiting for another.

Joan looked at me, that kind of eyes can coexist with time.

What kind of eyes are those? Have you ever been to shipai village in the Three Gorges? Entering from Xialaoxi along the winding stone path, the slight mountain wind blows, and the water droplets splashed by Qin Ying Waterfall wet the legend carved on the slate. These are her eyes.

What kind of eyes are those? At one end of Qilian Mountain, there is warmth in the valley where there is no sunshine all day. On one side of the towering valley, a snow lotus is smiling in a dream.

What kind of eyes are those! ! A reflecting lake, a snowy water with a thousand miles of ice peak. A black hole that doesn't even let light through.

Does it really prove this sentence, when a soul is waiting for another soul, is she really immortal?

But deep down, I am still a materialist, although I often make some idealistic remarks on the surface.

Joan finally felt uneasy: you'd better write a sequel to The Little Prince! Write another book about the little prince's return.

I shook my head: The Little Prince is a book that I admire very much, and I dare not. I don't respect many books.

In fact, I discovered Joan's mystery from the beginning.

It was our first tryst.

In the campus pine forest, the starlight shines obliquely into the forest and rotates vaguely in the air. Joan is dancing on the lawn.

Under the starlight, white skirt, gentle and graceful posture and light pace, I feel like dreaming.

A star in the sky began to dance. Really, a star in the sky began to dance. I suddenly saw it.

I almost screamed.

Joan later said that I was dreaming. How can stars dance in the sky? Perhaps, what you see is a meteor!

But how can meteors spin and jump freely in the air?

Is it the wind?

Are you lovers?

Turn around, leaving a crumbling loneliness.

it's you

The most loved one

It's hard to take away the mystery of youth.

only

I only believe in love.

see you again

Favorite person!

The person I love!

While writing this, I suddenly heard this poem. I don't understand why.

I don't write poetry anymore. I can't write poetry. Perhaps, my heart is old! Poetry is produced by young passion. Old people can't write poetry. If he is still writing poetry after thirty, he is not a real poet. So Haizi died. North Island no longer writes poetry.

I wrote it by hand when I was listening to an old wolf song.

When Joan took my hand, I just wanted to say to her: Is it the wind? Are you lovers?

Joan and the little prince have the same ending, but there is not a sensitive and suspicious rose on the jumping star. So, she pays more attention to me. Perhaps, I am more important than her rose.

And another thing has a greater impact on me. This matter can start with another article I wrote to record my relationship with my roommate.

I extracted the relevant plot in "Fallen Combination-East Building 306" as follows:

Personality seven

The welding teacher and the head teacher of the next class sit behind us and listen to the class.

Huang schadenfreude: Xia (my college nickname), the welding teacher is behind, and he still doesn't sit with her.

I looked back: Ye and the welding teacher were sitting side by side.

I sighed deeply: I hate, I hate.

Ye, a vulgar guy, sits at the same table with the god of love in my heart. I gnashed my teeth.

I once announced loudly in the dormitory: I like our welding teacher. Look at her charm. She is as mature as a red persimmon. This is called a woman. Unlike those self-righteous little girls. They are: in my eyes, they are just naked little girls.

I don't want to go down in history as a son of a bitch. First, because he has nothing cute. Second, he didn't do anything that might disturb or be recalled. I believe the first thing I do when I leave 306 is to forget him. Third, he never gave me any benefits. And GREAT GHOST, I often steal some coins from his box, and I was caught red-handed several times. Xiaowu will be a politician in the future; Shandong often lends me money, although there is a certain interest. So I want to erect a monument to the three of them. And Neptune, I have racked my brains and can't figure out what he has dedicated for me. I can barely sign up: first, I ate half of his steamed bread, but when I couldn't find coins and instant noodles in GREAT GHOST's box, I tore it off while he was not watching TV. That time, his eyes were red. Secondly, I lent him twenty dollars, but within three days, he followed me everywhere. In the morning, he said that his money order hasn't arrived home yet, and now he is penniless. In the afternoon, he said that the bank deposit was used up and dinner was not finished. He followed me for three meals. I counted only twenty dollars, and he almost ate it up. I quickly asked the fat man to lend him money to pay him back.

The Neptune was originally named Wang Zhonghai, but he called himself "bastard". Because it is a book biography, it is called by the sea king to show solemnity. Never think that he can really catch fish in the Han River and shrimp in the Yangtze River. Don't even think that the tortoise really practiced all kinds of robbery to become the sea king. This son of a bitch is as timid as a mouse. A mouse in a dormitory may be lonely after being lovelorn. When he wanted to sleep with him, he screamed and jumped out of bed, sitting on the bed in a daze. This daze was actually two hours, with straight eyes and blurred eyes. Fortunately, Xiaowu comes from a poor and remote village and is quite familiar with witchcraft. He said that the sea king's soul was scared away and he had to be called back. The other three were scared to death by Xiao Wu's words. Fortunately, 306 grew up in the worst environment and is a combination of poets, thinkers and adventurers. Ten minutes later, it was decided that Shandong and I would "pretend to be souls" outside, and Xiaowu and GREAT GHOST would "shout souls" indoors. Xiaowu's method is mysterious and primitive, but it really works. Wang Zhonghai, come back, he screamed indoors. Shandong and I were so frightened outside that we didn't follow the pre-arranged procedure-we had to shout: I'm back. I promised and ran away at random, and Shandong fell when I went up the stairs. At the same time, the soul of Neptune came back with us. Afterwards, we all blamed Xiaowu for shouting so horribly that it was three points scarier than those zombie movies in Hong Kong. Xiao Wu's explanation can only be understood by such a ghost. Shandong said that he seemed to be caught by something when he went upstairs, so he fell down. We guess it must be the ghost of the tortoise. Shandong scolded me again and didn't give him a hand after I fell. I completely forgot my oath of death when I was threatened. Fortunately, he has a strong sun be the spirit, otherwise he would have been sucked dry by ghosts, Xie Jing. The lost soul case of Neptune was the first of the nine major cases in 306. Because the plot is too secretive and bizarre, it has never been made public.

In fact, Joan was not surprised when I told the story to her. What surprised me was what she told me: In my heart, everyone's soul has another destination, you, me and all of them. Why do I trust the little prince? Maybe the little prince lives where his soul belongs. Maybe there is a star that belongs to us in the distant starry sky.