The title of this issue
【Mission Release】Bookfish Literature Society Session 97: Broken Dreams Come True
Introduction
Before being sealed, Mo Ang was an uncompromising adventurer, wearing scales and carrying a red spear, hunting demons in heaven and earth. He spent a long time boredom in a sinister and unusual sensory experience, and once thought that this life could last until he was eight thousand years old. Overnight, the West Sea Dragon Clan was inexplicably sealed at the bottom of the sea, which was a great shame. Since then, Mo Ang has completely abandoned himself, nothing has happened to the door of the sleeping hall, all day and all night indulged in drunken dreams in the wine pond meat forest, lin liver and phoenix marrow ate, the national color Tianxiang looked disgusted, and later developed into a violent and murderous innocent, but all experiences like nightmares continue to reappear, Mo Ang still feels unhappy.
Room of Dragons and Fire
Author: Dumb Mi
Qualifier: Fire Dragon
After his father disappeared, the Dragon Prince Mo Ang reluctantly took over the throne and spent hundreds of years in the undersea palace. Although the Dragon King was able to rule the Water Clan and call the wind and rain, everything lost its meaning in the curse: since the moment the Father King disappeared, the sea surface of the West Sea was suddenly full of unknown boundaries, and all attacks were bounced back. Over the centuries, Mo Ang has sent many dead soldiers, but he still can't break through this invisible blockade.
Before being sealed, Mo Ang was an uncompromising adventurer, wearing scales and carrying a red spear, hunting demons in heaven and earth. He spent a long time boredom in a sinister and unusual sensory experience, and once thought that this life could last until he was eight thousand years old. Overnight, the West Sea Dragon Clan was inexplicably sealed at the bottom of the sea, which was a great shame. Since then, Mo Ang has completely abandoned himself, nothing has happened to the door of the sleeping hall, all day and all night indulged in drunken dreams in the wine pond meat forest, lin liver and phoenix marrow ate, the national color Tianxiang looked disgusted, and later developed into a violent and murderous innocent, but all experiences like nightmares continue to reappear, Mo Ang still feels unhappy.
In the fifth hundredth year of boredom, Mo Ang dreamed of a fire dragon. The orange-red flames formed the outline of the dragon, the fire dragon opened its mouth to reveal its fangs, and the tiny crackling sound exploded deep in its mouth, and a golden red inside seemed to swallow the sun. This strangely shaped incinerated creature protruded from the bottomless abyss of ice and burned forever on the immortal seabed of the West Sea.
After waking up, Moon decides to go in search of the fire dragon under the sea. He got up from the crystal bed, and the soft woman wrapped her arms around him and climbed up his neck. Mo Ang looked back slightly, and his golden eyelashes drooped slightly. The beauty's face is like a hibiscus, her eyebrows are like willow leaves, her eyes are like autumn water, and her hands are like soft yi touching his skin. Suddenly, a burning pain struck, and Mo Ang stood up with a cold body, screaming in pain and covering his neck and drawing his sword from the pillow, his head rolled down, and the beauty did not have time to exclaim, and pearls rolled out of his eyes. The guards outside the house heard a strange noise, and in an instant the fish rushed in, and for a moment they knelt on the ground and prostrated their heads in apology.
"What a fuss, it hurts to touch the scales." I am the Dragon King, and it is not so easy to die. Moang rubbed his neck, where there was a crescent-shaped scale the size of a palm. His eyes were cold, he stared at the group of night forks in front of him, moaned slightly, and suddenly smiled, "I suddenly feel tired." Bring me the turtle minister from the Long House Library, and now I'm going to the Crystal Palace to announce something, and come to change clothes and drive. ”
Since the death of the Dragon King and the fall of Prince Mo Ang, the nine-thousand-year-old turtle has lived in the library and concentrated on making and sorting out the shell book. Overhearing Mo Ang's summons, his movements paused slightly, and then he got up with a long sigh and left. Mo Ang did not ask him to say the right thing, but just sat on the huge and gorgeous Dragon King throne with his legs crossed, asking if the seabed could ignite flames, and tried every means to get him to give a positive answer. "If you dream of a 'fire dragon', there are indeed relevant records in the library, please come and check it out." Gui Cheng bowed his head and said, "It's just that I'm worried, the Former King also asked me a similar question before he disappeared, so please lord Dragon King must be cautious." ”
Nothing could be more fascinating than hope, and I'm afraid even death threats are three points behind. Mo Ang went to the library with joy and turned out the album of the fire dragon in the darkest corner. The history of the fire dragon is indeed recorded above: there is a red dragon flying into the building on the floating mountain, and the smoke burns up the building; the fire dragon is several inches long, and the grass and trees passed are like burning. The Fire Dragon has existed since ancient times and has the power to destroy the world and the earth. He turned back again, and suddenly a page came into view: the fire dragon was sealed in the cold hell at the bottom of the West Sea.
The record ends abruptly. Mo Ang closed the book and threw it aside, his eyes full of surprise, as if he had regained his life. He vowed to find this so-called cold hell and record the shape of the fire dragon, even if it turned the West Sea upside down, and could not wait for the persuasion of The Turtle Minister to stop it, so he let everyone look for a secret passage to the unknown chamber here. Upon receiving the order, everyone began to act on this ridiculous proposal, privately complaining that the Dragon King could not distinguish between dreams and reality all day long, and did not have the mentality of possible finding.
There are underground passages, but they can be accessed to storage warehouses and cages of ordinary prisoners, and the temperature is suitable, which is 18,000 miles away from the severe cold. As time passed, Mo Ang's patience was exhausted, and finally one day he fell into rage, and under the impulse, he turned into a huge dragon form and surged forward to wreak havoc. His tail swept off the pillars, his claws overturned the tables and chairs, and the glass onyx pearls shattered to the ground. He had accumulated five hundred years of knots into terrifying destructive power, until he overthrew his father's Dragon King throne, only to hear a loud bang, the throne fell down, revealing a huge void hidden underneath, the hole connected to the secret passage, the cold air came straight up, the Crystal Dragon Palace issued a terrible cry, mixed with Mo Ang's crazy laughter into a strange ensemble.
After a long period of loneliness, crushing all hopes, and overthrowing all order, Moon finally came to the entrance to the truth. His expression was like that of a hungry beast, sniffing the smell of blood and beginning the long-departed hunt. There are many spiraling staircases in the secret passage, stretching all the way down as if there is no end. With the album and pen in his hand, he couldn't wait to go down, and the fish people trembled and rushed to give him a crocodile skin shoulder to keep him warm. He frowned impatiently and walked down alone, but the Night Fork Guard followed after a difficult internal struggle.
Moon walked all the way and saw the flames of ashes all the way. The ash appears an unusual pearl white, emitting a brilliant and intense luster, stacked in layers to create a spectacular long line that zigzags and curves into the distant front. Mo Ang suddenly had a familiar feeling, as if five hundred years ago, or even less, when he was still young, when he fell down while chasing the milk lady in the back garden, he looked up and saw his father, who leaned down and stroked his head, and said softly, What a free age. Mo Ang returned to God in a trance, the road had come to an end, the bone-chilling cold was approaching in front of him, and a stone door was erected in front of him, and he wrote eight cold hells.
A bright orange-red color appears in the afterglow. Mo Ang stopped and looked down at a small cloud of flames on the ground. The eternal flame of the Undersea Dragon Palace, which burned on a crescent-shaped scale. "This is... Inverse scales? A mad fire burned in Mo Ang's eyes, and he murmured and subconsciously touched his neck, and a tingle came from the reverse scale.
At this time, the Night Fork Guard stumbled over and shouted, Lord Dragon King, Lord Mo Ang, please hurry back, the front is murderous, please don't go any further! Mo Ang felt noisy, and turned back to stare at him viciously, and the Night Fork Guard knelt on the ground in fear, prostrating his head and saying please don't insist on moving forward, the first king will be sad. Freezing the knees and forehead of the night fork, sealing the trembling lips, Mo Ang slammed the stone door open, and a large darkness swept in.
In the midst of the cold hell, in the endless darkness, in the cracks of the layers of chains, Mo Ang saw the imprisoned fire dragon. However, under the suppression of this extremely cold and humidity, the fire dragon form had already been annihilated, leaving only a faint ball of fire, which was a remnant of the soul. Mo Ang's mood instantly changed from joy to loss, his expression instantly darkened, and he said unhappily: "In my dream, it is so gorgeous, how to become this ugly and miserable look, it is not as beautiful as the piece of reverse scales just now." ”
Through thousands of years, the soul of the fire dragon emitted a long laugh, like a boat sailing out of the cave and seeing the mountain range: "My life is only the last breath, and I have struggled to hold on for five hundred years to wait for the savior." It's a pleasure to meet you, Lord Dragon King. ”
Mo Ang looked at the fire dragon and said coldly, "I didn't want to save you, but I saw you in my dream, and I was bored to see the fire at the bottom of the sea." But since you're going to die, forget it, it's really boring. ”
The fire dragon laughed, "You always do, every time." ----------------- I guess Lord Dragon King hasn't seen that scene in five hundred years, right? If you're willing to give me what you want, I promise you, and you'll see everything you want to see. ”
Indeed it is. Mo Ang remembered the fire in his memories, the flames of destruction he saw when he hunted demons, when he was free, the hot red flames that burned the demon's body, and the whirlwind pierced the sky. Memories are like dreams, and the thirst for flames is approaching infinity five hundred years later.
"Let's be blunt, I saw the introducer you said at the door, is it the reverse scale of the dragon?" Mo Ang sneered, "It's crazy, you actually want the dragon's reverse scale as the primer of the flame, just because the reverse scale is not hurt and can burn forever?" Did you know that a dragon that pulls out its scales will lose its ability to summon wind and rain and recover after five hundred years? However, you are really cunning, knowing that calling the wind and rain has no effect on me at all, I am sealed in this sea, and the blessings of sentient beings are just imagination. Well, I promise you. I'll give you the scales. Show me what you're capable of. ”
The moment the scales are pulled out, the pain is like a carriage crushing the body, like a meteorite piercing the skin of the body, like a bug gnawing on the internal organs. Mo Ang's body was quickly soaked with pain, and the pain of pulling away from his soul made his green tendons burst out, and the dragon's horns and whiskers burrowed out of his forehead almost uncontrollably. His eyes widened, and a flame shone through his eyes, and he threw the reverse scales towards the Fire Dragon Soul.
At the moment when the reverse scale burned, the fire dragon rose from the immortal flame and erupted with unprecedented intense energy, the body of the fire dragon attached to the reverse scale, and soared from nothingness, the tornado of the flame spun up, uprooting the chains, burning the frozen night fork guard behind Mo Ang into ashes, and the dazzling white of the human form surpassed all the light of the dragon palace for five hundred years. Mo Ang laughed and shouted, "That's what I want, it's what I want, it's beautiful, it's so beautiful." ”
Mo Ang picked up a pen and paper and began to record. He wrote that when the fire dragon burned, hail would turn into flowers and stones would turn into jade. He threw the sword in his hand, and the sword burned into a blood-red rose in the flames, a flower that could only be seen on land, his favorite flower, many times thinner and thicker than the sea anemone. When burning, you can see things that are not on the bottom of the sea, such as elephants, lions, and roc goldfinch birds. He also wrote: The fire dragon is the most beautiful thing in the world, the most dazzling thing that has ever been seen in his life, beyond the eyes, ears, nose, tongue, and body, beyond the color, sound, fragrance, and touch, it is perfect, just like listening to the immortal ear, just like the eternal truth of this world.
Mo Ang smiled and turned his head, his fingertips glowing, as if flames were burning from inside, crackling and exploding miniature lightning bolts. In the midst of the burning, he remembered everything in five hundred years or even ten five hundred years. He wanted to see the dragon, not because he dreamed of the dragon, but because the dragon dreamed of him. This was not his wish, but the will of the fire dragon. It is impossible to leave the sea because this is the place where the fire dragons are imprisoned, and the dragon clans for generations will sit on the throne to resist the will of the fire dragons, but they have failed again and again. The ashes and scales shining with pearl light outside the door are the relics left by their fathers and ancestors for generations, the remains left over from five hundred years and five hundred years, and they are always like this, every time, every time willing to pull out the eternal scales for the sake of the flames that have never been seen before, and to extend the life of the dying fire dragon for five hundred years.
Mo Ang turned into a white, burning form, and he said, "I remember, Fire Dragon, I remembered it all." That's why my father went, my grandparents went because of it, and now I'm gone because of it, and probably only when the flames are burning can I remember everything. It's ridiculous, it's crazy. The reason why there is no record of the fire dragon in the book is because it is too late to write about the appearance of the fire dragon, and everything is burned to the ground. Probably this is the last five hundred years, because I have no heirs, so the fate of the West Sea Dragon Clan will end here, and the gods decided five hundred years ago to end all this no matter what. But I can't regret it..."
In the light, from the Eight Cold Hells to the Dragon Palace, they were completely reduced to dust. Everything was restored to purity. Pearl-colored ashes fill the seabed, reflecting a strange luster. A small, slender fire dragon emerged from it, raised its head, looked at the distant sun, and then swam towards the sea with an immortal flame that was incompatible with the sea and could not be extinguished.
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Comments section
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full moon
Romantic Romantic Romance! I like it so much!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa This is the one that I think fits the dream best and perfectly chimerizes the qualifier!! I like to want to copy the whole text of a must-read small book before going to bed
This article is the TOP1 of this issue in my heart! To say how you feel, one is the beauty of words, the beauty of literature, there is a very deep afterglow and thickness, but the overall description does not have particularly chaotic and complicated content, and the readability is very silky, especially the most like this sentence
[Nothing could be more fascinating than hope, I'm afraid even death threats are three points worse]
More beautiful than the lyrics, like a great poem, and the whole text supports this description, without reasoning to throw some conceptual things, but through moving descriptions, profound portrayals, so that the characters are three-dimensional and stylish, and the overall sense of rhythm is staggered.
I like a few of the descriptions of "autumn water is full of water, hands like soft Yi" Reading this sentence I feel that I share Mo Ang's eyes, Mo Ang's perception, feel that soft, like a feather scratching the heart, especially like;
"The tiny crackling sound explodes deep in its mouth" Here it feels like eating jumping candy, and the onomatopoeia of Bibi peeling is really cute and brisk, setting off the grand and colorful picture of the dragon very soundly;
"Everyone began to act on this ridiculous proposal, privately complaining that The Dragon King could not distinguish between dreams and reality all day long, and did not work with the mentality that he might find it." A portrayal of the real social animals, I immediately empathized!!! If I had traveled into the DumbMy Teacher's book, I might have been this character
"Burn the frozen Night Fork Guard behind Mo Ang to ashes" (Night Fork: What hatred and what resentment?) I just want to add a line of night fork hahaha
Mo Ang looked at the fire dragon and said coldly, "I didn't want to save you, but I saw you in my dream, and I was bored to see the fire at the bottom of the sea." But since you're going to die, forget it, it's really boring. ””SOOOOOOO COOOOOOOOOOLL！！！
"At the moment when the reverse scale burned, the fire dragon resurrected from the immortal flames, erupting with unprecedented intense energy, the body of the fire dragon attached to the reverse scales, and soared from nothingness, and the tornado of the flames spun up, uprooting the chains, burning the frozen night fork guards behind Mo Ang into ashes, and the dazzling white of the human form surpassed all the light of the dragon palace for five hundred years. Mo Ang laughed and shouted, "That's what I want, it's what I want, it's beautiful, it's so beautiful." ””
This article is really interesting, the Western Illusion Shell perfect fusion of Gongdou ancient style, the Suckling Mother and the Nine Thousand Years Old Turtle Xiang xiang is simply perfect, and then the fire dragon has a kind of phoenix nirvana ingenuity, the focus is on the content written in this context, the pen is very strong, so that the tension of the article is very enough, very colorful, and very easy to read, will not feel a lot of words brain shell pain, but really feel really beautiful, really grand, in the reader's heart ignited a sea of flowers, a piece of the feeling of opening a piece, wake up the sense, read freely, When I taste it repeatedly, I feel like poetry and legend, and I really love it!
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Not sweet
There are both the fantasy and brilliance of Western mythology and the fatalistic struggle of ancient Chinese mythology, which is really romantic and really romantic. The slightly more dramatic part is that he pulls out the scales and starts writing there... I feel that this action is a bit out of line in that scene, maybe it would be better to change it to a lyricism like a scream?
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Hold the piano
I think the fire dragon is the most difficult qualifier to write, but the teacher wrote this very interestingly. The construction of the scene is very beautiful, and the emotions are also momentum. The portrayal of the dragon in the end of the reverse scale is very beautiful, probably because I think I am a freedom-loving person, I think that the prince who wants to see the fire dragon is actually a prince who wants to pursue freedom and break free of the shackles. I remembered a lyric: "Go underground, light the torches of the Renaissance in the deep alleys, and build another free Rome." ”