一那么多有用的和无用的文字也没能用尽这个国家的墨水。黑黑的墨汁在纸面上渲染了夜色的沉重,究竟是怎样的一些力量让我独自忐忑?最亮的星星在前朝已经坠落,在更加久远的人类天空,也有星星象征地闪亮。书页枯黄了光泽的生动,新的种子因为新的田野开始生长。人们依旧弯腰流汗,他们不牧夜,他们睡在夜里,他们不仰望啊,我的寂寞的星光,它们自己安慰自己。没有沉沦的总是最后的光芒。二我有一个闪亮的灵魂,它让我长期以来有勇气讲完黑暗里的故事。情节的开头关乎人的善,也关乎人的恶。没有一个真理能够定义什么 One of the many useful and useless words failed to exhaust the ink of this country. The ink of darkness rendered the darkness of the night on paper, and what kind of forces made me wander alone? The brightest stars had fallen in the former dynasty, and in the more distant human sky they shone brightly with stars. The page is withered and lustrous, and the new seed begins to grow as the new field grows. People still bend over and sweat, and they do not go pasturing, they sleep in the night, they do not look up, my lonely star, they comfort themselves. Without sinking is always the last light. II I have a shiny soul, it has long been my courage to finish the story in the dark. The beginning of the plot is about good people, but also about human evil. No one truth can define anything