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Chapter 47#Where the hell is Snow Country#
It is said that there is one and only one kind of heroism in this world, that is, after realizing the truth of life, one can still love life.

but.

Not everyone can be a hero, and not everyone has heroism.

All that everyone can have is hope that tomorrow will be better than normal.

People and trees are the same, the more they yearn for the sunshine on the high ground, the more their roots stretch to the underworld on the river bank.

Sometimes the gap in reality will crush everyone in an instant.

In this era, countless people are seeking an asylum.

They long for a good experience.

But no one can give them this purest desire.

Some people say that humans are actually the kind of birds without feet. They fly and fly, and when they are tired from flying, they sleep in the wind.

This kind of bird can only go to the ground once in a lifetime, and that time is when it dies...

But the people of this era are lucky, Kazuki Kazuki gave them a chance to dream.

It is really like what Xinchao wrote in the slogan, the peach blossom garden of this era.

Countless people started reading Snow Country with the idea of ​​escaping, and then plunged into this emptiness and futile snow scene.

Gradually, the snow country on the bookshelf and in the library can't keep up with the needs of readers.

Order after order has proved to everyone how terrible this book is.

Each of the snowflakes in the sky condenses the sorrow of this era.

This was a silent tsunami, there was no sign at first, and then it mercilessly drowned out all reason.

Everyone who is reading this book is suffocating in it...

nothing left.

I don't want anything anymore.

There is only snow left in the whole world.

Every alternation of day and day is the inversion of the container that embodies the snow scene and carries the night and the snow.

Gradually, no one thinks of the female college student who hit a wall everywhere after graduation but still wants to struggle...

then……

The word "Snow Country" has slowly emerged from pure literature that has never been very close to the people.

Sad or confused, sad or painful, try to read Snow Country.

There is no need to understand the protagonist, and there is no need to understand what the author wants to express.

Just plunge your head into this unreal beauty.

Even if he is unreal.

But...it's really beautiful...

"The world is sick.

If you stay up late, you will stay up until dawn.

Take a walk and count the street lights of the whole street.

All the beer that is opened must be drunk.

If you go home and stay sober, it is your own sin. "

Kitajima Koma stood under the street lamp.

When he turned around to talk to Kazuya Oshima, the snowflakes on the umbrella were shaken off.

The surrounding lights took advantage of the opportunity to climb up the snow that was not stained with lights, and then showed off their lights all around.

"They need a destination." Oshima Kazuya had thought that such a nihilistic beauty would be very hot, but he didn't expect it to be so arrogant, drowning everything without any explanation.

At this moment, Bei Daoju, who was holding an umbrella and standing out of the light, was the one who waved and set off the tsunami.

There was a good saying before.

In this day and age, someone is holding onto your sins and will not forgive you.

But someone will not care about everything about you, come to you through heavy wind and snow, and take you into his arms.

It's like the dawn will come after a long night.

He... really seemed to come from the light.

These readers who are intoxicated in the Snow Country...

They boiled, withered and romantic.

Beyond the lights the wind is blowing and the snow is kissing you.

Romantic to the extreme, but also decadent to the end...

As this snowflake of nothingness continued to ferment, there were many more comments on Xinchao's official website.

They have exhausted all the words, only to express what they want in their hearts.

"The world of Snow Country is too far away from the world sealed off in Tokyo Steel Forest, but I can still imagine it when I read the text. I yearn for it more than once.

I think of the village with many mountains and mountains and snowflakes flying every now and then.

but……

No matter how beautiful the scenery is, no matter how beautiful the girl is, it is futile after all.

Perhaps capturing a moment of life through words, seeing how lovely and how pathetic women are in the futility of emotion.

Are these women necessarily women?

Maybe it's our illusory ideals...

I can feel that Teacher Xiaoyuan really wants to do something for these characters in his works, but there is nothing he can do.

It's like we work hard for our ideals, but it's all in vain.

This sense of powerlessness is sorrow for oneself.

Those scenes are too beautiful, but also too nothingness.

It's as if after crying, everything doesn't exist..."

"Shimamura felt that he seemed to be standing at the end of the world, and the Milky Way flowed away from him like a huge aurora.

The bone-piercing coldness was accompanied by unspeakable charm and throbbing.

I have always heard that this book is beautiful before, and I looked at the people around me like I was in a daze, so I followed the trend and bought a copy. The teacher of the small courtyard who created such words is the No. 1 of ethereal aesthetics. "

"It's both beautiful and sad, even when I'm reading, the details of the story don't matter, I just immerse myself in the atmosphere of the book.

Extreme whiteness, strong flame, hazy mirror image, and moving female posture."

"I just want to know where the Snow Country is right now. I don't believe that with such a detailed description by Teacher Xiaoyuan, he must have visited the Snow Country in person.

I want to see the mountains of Snow Country, the sunset, and the snow-covered road leading to the geisha hut.

I want to go, I really want to go, if I can die there, it will be the most beautiful time..."

"I've read it several times, and there's this passage at the end of the book that I can't get out of my head.

Juzi was running in the alley of Daocun, when she suddenly saw the Milky Way rising, and the huge beauty forced her to stop.

It is naturally impossible for us to see the Milky Way casually in the streets and alleys, when we are walking and chatting with our lovers and friends.

I still remember that I was lucky enough to see the Milky Way in the wilderness before, but in comparison, that kind of encounter is still more desirable.

Maybe the essence of life is not to stay away but to love. After reading this book, I have tried countless times to get some poetry and shock in ordinary scenes, but life...

Maybe at this time I understood the meaning of that sentence: This is the Taoyuan Township of this era.

Finally, I would like to ask: Where is Snow Country? "

……

As more and more readers speak, more and more embarrassments are fermenting.

In the midst of such an incomparably turbulent wave of words, a short question broke through the encirclement.

Yes, we have got our spiritual Taoyuan Township.

So where is the real Taoyuan Township?

#Where the hell is Snow Country#
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