C1497
Because Tao can be Dao, but it is not.
People can create words that describe everything, depict everything in reality and some virtual things. But there are still some things that cannot be described in words. Maybe heaven tells every living creature that their ability is limited, and there are always some things that they can't do, so as to show the majesty of heaven.
Sikong's half language steps left a long row of footprints on the snow, very clear, but also very fuzzy. Because the snowflake can cover the eyes, but not the heart of that wipe, gradually opened the fog of the hand, see clearly It's just what's that?
His heart is calm as water, in front of the glass of snow covered under everything, has become incomparably clear, that the quiet street, no longer tolerate any sound to destroy this peace.
Some people say that rain is the thing that washes away all evils. After the heavy rain, the weather will be fine after the rain. And snow, is this sin has been washed away, can only cover up, and then slowly melt.
The snow - the more and more heavy, even the roadside landscape trees, also unbearable, creak was crushed, clattered gathering snowflakes fell on the ground, continue to press the tireless earth. When the sky falls, there is a tall man standing on top of it. This is a proverb that many people know. But once the tall man can't hold it and falls down, then who will continue to hold it? No one has ever thought about such a problem, because they all know that they only need a reason to comfort themselves, and whether this reason is true or false, right or wrong, has no meaning at all.
Just like the present Sikong Banyu, he wants to know the reason for living, but he doesn't think it has any meaning. Instead, what is life is the answer he wants to get.
"Hmmm..."
All of a sudden, a muffled and groaning voice came from the side of Sikong's half language, interrupting his thinking. He turned his head and saw that on the dustbin beside the entrance of the lane, which had been covered with snow, was leaning against a figure which was covered by snowflakes. The figure looked a little familiar.
Sikong Banyu frowned, stepped forward, gently pushed the snowflakes on his face, and then saw who it was - Liu Xia, the girl who left before the heavy snow fell.
But now Liu Xia, that Jiao Rong can't see half of the beauty, one side of the face is swollen, full of bruises, forehead break two holes, snow left along the cheek. Under the cold snow, the blood had stopped flowing.
She opened her eyelids weakly, as if she were carrying the weight of the world. However, in her eyes, Sikong Banyu could not see any fear. Instead, it was a kind of relief, a kind of incomprehensible look.
"Cold Cold Well... " Liu Xia said weakly, I don't know if I want to call Mr. Han, the pseudonym of Sikong Banyu, or that she can't bear such cold, whether it's before or after the heavy snow.
Sikong Banyu stood in the same place for a long time. He didn't know whether he should give a helping hand, because he saved her. Now, he can let her continue to live, but he doesn't know whether to save Liu Xia or continue to let her continue to suffer.
"Alas..."
After a long time, Sikong half language sighed, gently raised Liu Xia's hand on his shoulder, pulled her up against his body, and walked slowly towards his residence.
He lived in an old red brick two bedroom cottage at the corner of the street. The cottage was poorly decorated. In addition to some necessary furniture, there was only a sheet and a quilt on the bed, not even a pillow.
Sikong Banyu opened the door and put Liu Xia on the couch beside the stove. Then he opened the lid of the stove and made the fire slightly more vigorous. Slowly, the temperature inside the hut gradually became warm, which was in contrast to the cold outside.
He took a basin of hot water and warmed it on the fire. Then he found a towel, dipped it in hot water and twisted it to dry. Then he wiped Liu Xia's face and wiped off the snow marks on her hair and face. A basin of hot water finally turned into a basin of blood. Liu Xia didn't know what had happened to him. The trauma on his body was very heavy. In fact, the best way to do it was to send it to the hospital.
But Sikong Banyu didn't do that, not to mention that Liu Xia was a person who had given up hope of living. The real reason was that Liu Xia's injury was not only trauma, but her internal injury was more serious. She was injected with a kind of nerve paralysis drug. Although the medicine had passed, it had completely destroyed her internal circulation, if not the cold on the snow Cold and frozen, as if locking her vitality, now I am afraid that she has gone back to hell.
After finishing all this, Sikong half language pours the water, returns to the fire side to sit down, looks at Liu Xia quietly. There is not a trace of emotion in his heart, he looks at Liu Xia now, like a merciless person, without the slightest compassion, also does not associate with anything. What he saw was just a living creature hovering between life and death. The living creature stood on the intermediary line between life and death, wandering at a loss.
"Hmmm!"
After a long time, a faint groan came from Liu Xia's mouth. The slowly recovered body temperature made her feel a kind of warmth that she had not felt for a long time. She opened her eyes and looked at the calm Sikong Banyu sitting opposite her. She showed a smile that she thought she had. But the smile was extremely ferocious because of the scar on her face."Cold Cold... "
Liu Xia opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but found that he didn't even have the strength to spit out a few words.
Sikong half language see the situation, slightly pause, stretch out his hand gently on the edge of the fire, a spiritual force through the fire edge into Liu Xia's body, control her body has been unbearable physical condition.
"Hoo..."
Liu Xia felt a comfortable feeling, like a person frozen in the ice and snow, suddenly felt a touch of warmth, although this is the fact.
"The fire is warm, Mr. Han. Thank you for bringing me back." Although Liu Xia said so, she didn't have any expression of gratitude. Instead, she had a kind of loneliness and sadness that could not be explained clearly. She hoped that there would be no joy and no sorrow between the rare and the barbarians on the edge of life and death, so that she could end her life without any feeling. Only now, this is already a luxury.
"Yes." He picked up an iron bar and knocked the fire gently. The fire burned more vigorously with the prying.
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People can create words that describe everything, depict everything in reality and some virtual things. But there are still some things that cannot be described in words. Maybe heaven tells every living creature that their ability is limited, and there are always some things that they can't do, so as to show the majesty of heaven.
Sikong's half language steps left a long row of footprints on the snow, very clear, but also very fuzzy. Because the snowflake can cover the eyes, but not the heart of that wipe, gradually opened the fog of the hand, see clearly It's just what's that?
His heart is calm as water, in front of the glass of snow covered under everything, has become incomparably clear, that the quiet street, no longer tolerate any sound to destroy this peace.
Some people say that rain is the thing that washes away all evils. After the heavy rain, the weather will be fine after the rain. And snow, is this sin has been washed away, can only cover up, and then slowly melt.
The snow - the more and more heavy, even the roadside landscape trees, also unbearable, creak was crushed, clattered gathering snowflakes fell on the ground, continue to press the tireless earth. When the sky falls, there is a tall man standing on top of it. This is a proverb that many people know. But once the tall man can't hold it and falls down, then who will continue to hold it? No one has ever thought about such a problem, because they all know that they only need a reason to comfort themselves, and whether this reason is true or false, right or wrong, has no meaning at all.
Just like the present Sikong Banyu, he wants to know the reason for living, but he doesn't think it has any meaning. Instead, what is life is the answer he wants to get.
"Hmmm..."
All of a sudden, a muffled and groaning voice came from the side of Sikong's half language, interrupting his thinking. He turned his head and saw that on the dustbin beside the entrance of the lane, which had been covered with snow, was leaning against a figure which was covered by snowflakes. The figure looked a little familiar.
Sikong Banyu frowned, stepped forward, gently pushed the snowflakes on his face, and then saw who it was - Liu Xia, the girl who left before the heavy snow fell.
But now Liu Xia, that Jiao Rong can't see half of the beauty, one side of the face is swollen, full of bruises, forehead break two holes, snow left along the cheek. Under the cold snow, the blood had stopped flowing.
She opened her eyelids weakly, as if she were carrying the weight of the world. However, in her eyes, Sikong Banyu could not see any fear. Instead, it was a kind of relief, a kind of incomprehensible look.
"Cold Cold Well... " Liu Xia said weakly, I don't know if I want to call Mr. Han, the pseudonym of Sikong Banyu, or that she can't bear such cold, whether it's before or after the heavy snow.
Sikong Banyu stood in the same place for a long time. He didn't know whether he should give a helping hand, because he saved her. Now, he can let her continue to live, but he doesn't know whether to save Liu Xia or continue to let her continue to suffer.
"Alas..."
After a long time, Sikong half language sighed, gently raised Liu Xia's hand on his shoulder, pulled her up against his body, and walked slowly towards his residence.
He lived in an old red brick two bedroom cottage at the corner of the street. The cottage was poorly decorated. In addition to some necessary furniture, there was only a sheet and a quilt on the bed, not even a pillow.
Sikong Banyu opened the door and put Liu Xia on the couch beside the stove. Then he opened the lid of the stove and made the fire slightly more vigorous. Slowly, the temperature inside the hut gradually became warm, which was in contrast to the cold outside.
He took a basin of hot water and warmed it on the fire. Then he found a towel, dipped it in hot water and twisted it to dry. Then he wiped Liu Xia's face and wiped off the snow marks on her hair and face. A basin of hot water finally turned into a basin of blood. Liu Xia didn't know what had happened to him. The trauma on his body was very heavy. In fact, the best way to do it was to send it to the hospital.
But Sikong Banyu didn't do that, not to mention that Liu Xia was a person who had given up hope of living. The real reason was that Liu Xia's injury was not only trauma, but her internal injury was more serious. She was injected with a kind of nerve paralysis drug. Although the medicine had passed, it had completely destroyed her internal circulation, if not the cold on the snow Cold and frozen, as if locking her vitality, now I am afraid that she has gone back to hell.
After finishing all this, Sikong half language pours the water, returns to the fire side to sit down, looks at Liu Xia quietly. There is not a trace of emotion in his heart, he looks at Liu Xia now, like a merciless person, without the slightest compassion, also does not associate with anything. What he saw was just a living creature hovering between life and death. The living creature stood on the intermediary line between life and death, wandering at a loss.
"Hmmm!"
After a long time, a faint groan came from Liu Xia's mouth. The slowly recovered body temperature made her feel a kind of warmth that she had not felt for a long time. She opened her eyes and looked at the calm Sikong Banyu sitting opposite her. She showed a smile that she thought she had. But the smile was extremely ferocious because of the scar on her face."Cold Cold... "
Liu Xia opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but found that he didn't even have the strength to spit out a few words.
Sikong half language see the situation, slightly pause, stretch out his hand gently on the edge of the fire, a spiritual force through the fire edge into Liu Xia's body, control her body has been unbearable physical condition.
"Hoo..."
Liu Xia felt a comfortable feeling, like a person frozen in the ice and snow, suddenly felt a touch of warmth, although this is the fact.
"The fire is warm, Mr. Han. Thank you for bringing me back." Although Liu Xia said so, she didn't have any expression of gratitude. Instead, she had a kind of loneliness and sadness that could not be explained clearly. She hoped that there would be no joy and no sorrow between the rare and the barbarians on the edge of life and death, so that she could end her life without any feeling. Only now, this is already a luxury.
"Yes." He picked up an iron bar and knocked the fire gently. The fire burned more vigorously with the prying.
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