After reading the 2011 version of "Full Time Hunter" Ant King, especially the last paragraph of Ant King and Wheat, it really gave me some feelings - isn't the life of the ant king the life a human should have? And isn't wheat just a bunch of bright but not dazzling rays of light that guides a person to the extreme end time and time again in reincarnation?
I would like to pay tribute to Ant King and Wheat with this poem!
Marching between hell and rebirth... a lonely trial, bottomless, dark, cold! Can someone try to soothe... There is still a weak afterglow and residual warmth on the body? A swaying spring breeze, melting snow and ice. It seems to be the laughter in a dream, which lasts for a long time, and turns into a kind of reluctance to wake up from a dream and cry. At this time, Samsara quietly whispered the light and shadow in the dream in his ears: That is a toddler against the background of the rising sun! The blurred face that can't be seen clearly, the strong back that cannot be suppressed... Everything is so natural. I vaguely remember that when I fell for the first time, there was a voice whirling: keep running, towards the end point that you guide! Regardless of the wind and lightning, regardless of joys and sorrows! But at this time, the setting sun is like a spring breeze that can't remember when it appeared. It is so kindly caressing the warm and quiet soul that escaped the thorns on the road but was exhausted and could not sit down and rest. "I had a dream last night that I was alone. I was so scared..." I've heard this voice before! However, I have no way of remembering, when and where I heard it, so let's take it as a dream, right? Leave him alone! Who can know? Who can ask?
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