Evil Dog(prelude)(3)
The inferior human was always fond of the lighthouse, and she couldn’t even tell the reason. Probably, it was because that she really liked the ocean. Though it was told like this, she had barely been to the sea. The most real impression was only the experience of Xiamen. A man belied her name! What an inferior creature! At the crossroads of West Jiang wan Road, many highways were weaving together. Among them, the column that held up the railway was extremely high. Some climbing poles were winding over it, it looked like a real lighthouse. The orange and yellow light shining on the highway was barely used as an illuminant.
Not only the gingko leaves but also the Chinese parasols turned yellow. The leaves fell off the trees, just like the snow. They fell onto the ground, the wall, and into the pit! I didn’t know why the construction team dug so many holes on the narrow pavement. Whatever, it looked just like a tomb that buried the leaves of various kinds. There were yellow leaves, and some of them had turned into brown. It was more like a tomb for the living than a tomb for the dead. The leaves was originally vivid. As soon as they fell, they turned yellow, and then into brown and yellow, finally, they looked liked a piece of shit. They united with the ground. They were born strenuously from the ground, and was freely back into the ground. Maybe that’s what called” To thrive in calamity or adversity and to perish in soft living.” We couldn’t figure out what kind of magic circle it was. The red cones surrounded the fallen leaves and formed a shape of rectangle, star, and even the hexagram. They sent the leaves on their last trip, to memorize them.
Not only the gingko leaves but also the Chinese parasols turned yellow. The leaves fell off the trees, just like the snow. They fell onto the ground, the wall, and into the pit! I didn’t know why the construction team dug so many holes on the narrow pavement. Whatever, it looked just like a tomb that buried the leaves of various kinds. There were yellow leaves, and some of them had turned into brown. It was more like a tomb for the living than a tomb for the dead. The leaves was originally vivid. As soon as they fell, they turned yellow, and then into brown and yellow, finally, they looked liked a piece of shit. They united with the ground. They were born strenuously from the ground, and was freely back into the ground. Maybe that’s what called” To thrive in calamity or adversity and to perish in soft living.” We couldn’t figure out what kind of magic circle it was. The red cones surrounded the fallen leaves and formed a shape of rectangle, star, and even the hexagram. They sent the leaves on their last trip, to memorize them.
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