Finally finished reading, "Wolf Rain", half a year from tyche's recommendation in June to now, 30 episodes, a thin afternoon in winter sunshine. I didn't expect that the summer vacation is not much worse than the winter vacation. When I fell ill, I fell ill on and off for more than a month, and the rest of the half month was like a date trip. The impetuous summer mood, that profound fable, I Unable to concentrate on reading. So it was only recently that I was finally able to calm down and read this fable wrapped in ice and snow in the cold winter. -1- A fable. An allegory about the contradiction between the grey post-industrial age and the long-forgotten call of nature. An allegory of faith and struggle, trust and dignity, love and attachment, an allegory of eternal pursuit. Our technology is developing at an unprecedented speed, but our world is suffering an unprecedented heavy blow. We are thrusting an icy long sword into the breast of Mother Earth, who is feeding us. Our sky is no longer blue, the lake water is no longer clear, and the white geese no longer fall into our eyes. grey. Everything is turning into an endless gray tone, no temperature, no color, just empty gray. Our life is enjoying unprecedented convenience, but our hearts are withering and withering, our confused eyes look to the distance, but the distance is no longer the direction we look forward to. We no longer laugh or cry so simply, we put on different masks to different people, smile in a format, shake hands in a format, repeat the format of life every day, forget the dreams we once had, or Just forget about the dream. -2- Pursue, run with your legs if you forget to fly. …I know/ where the stars glow/ sky's unclouded/ sweet the water runs… Seek, paradise is at the end of the world. ... the end of the world, where the lion sheds tears. The end of the world, where the wolves cry. "What on earth is there in Paradise?" "The future." "There is no hope, no despair, only the future. That's all." The future. What an alluring noun. In the gray world, among the crowds in a hurry, people who are endlessly calculating for their livelihood. They have pursuit but not pursuit, tomorrow but no future. The future is a newborn baby, there is no joy and no sorrow, it is just a future. Infinite Possibilities. -3- "The wolf is the messenger of the gods. The wolf created the human being. The wolf is the ancestor of the human being." "Some wolves were expelled from paradise because of their depravity and became human, so they forgot that they were once wolves and can never go back." "If you were alone in the beginning, the paradise would have opened." Really? It really is. Really? Not really. A person without wolf nature is not a real person; is a wolf without a partner still a real wolf? Facing the blood-red moon, the desolate roaring in unison, the sharp teeth will not cause wounds only when they touch the shoulders of the same kind. What is a person? What is a wolf? Why can't a man be a wolf? Why can't there be that kind of firmness and tenacity in a fragile body? The Sorrows of Paradise Lost and Paradise Recovered. "Be sure to go to Paradise... everyone, together." -4- "There is no such thing as Paradise. At the end of the world, only the endless road stretches." "If that's the case, why keep running And chasing?" For the blue sky, for the lake surrounded by rainbows, for the moon flower that blooms quietly under the moonlight. For hope. For despair. for the new world. For a withered world. for the future. The staggering footsteps accelerated, and accelerated again. On the gray-yellow street, he ran. The golden eyeballs lifted slightly, the cheeks that were not thin under the hood turned and looked back, the white kitten barked, the childish boy blinked back, behind the glass, the girl looked out quietly. At the end of the deep alley, a flower as white as moonlight blooms quietly. "In the next life... we'll see you in Paradise." The reincarnation began again. It's still raining. Wolf's rain, wolf's tears. The blue sky, for the lake surrounded by rainbows, for the flowers of the moon that bloom quietly under the moonlight. For hope. For despair. for the new world. For a withered world. for the future. The staggering footsteps accelerated, and accelerated again. On the gray-yellow street, he ran. The golden eyeballs lifted slightly, the cheeks that were not thin under the hood turned and looked back, the white kitten barked, the childish boy blinked back, behind the glass, the girl looked out quietly. At the end of the deep alley, a flower as white as moonlight blooms quietly. "In the next life... we'll see you in Paradise." The reincarnation began again. It's still raining. Wolf's rain, wolf's tears. The blue sky, for the lake surrounded by rainbows, for the flowers of the moon that bloom quietly under the moonlight. For hope. For despair. for the new world. For a withered world. for the future. The staggering footsteps accelerated, and accelerated again. On the gray-yellow street, he ran. The golden eyeballs lifted slightly, the cheeks that were not thin under the hood turned and looked back, the white kitten barked, the childish boy blinked back, behind the glass, the girl looked out quietly. At the end of the deep alley, a flower as white as moonlight blooms quietly. "In the next life... we'll see you in Paradise." The reincarnation began again. It's still raining. Wolf's rain, wolf's tears.
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