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  • The success that everyone is looking for may just be the deepest peace and freedom in their hearts.

    The pressure of life often makes people breathless. For Ju Fufu, these oppressions are like an endless haze, shrouding her life. She has tried many ways to get rid of these oppressions and confusions, trying to find the “answer” that can guide her. But every time, she wanders in nothingness and confusion. She once thought that success and happiness were external yardsticks and the criteria given by others, until she found that the so-called “answers” she was chasing were actually just an escape from her heart.

    Life is not as smooth as she expected. Around her, it seems that everyone lives a glamorous life, and it seems that everyone is constantly making progress and moving towards the pinnacle of success. But she herself, however, remains where she is. She once had restlessness, anxiety and confusion. She asked herself: “Why can’t I always live as calmly as others? Why can’t I keep moving forward like those successful people?”

    But all these questions finally have answers after she gradually went through every stage of her life. She found that the meaning of life is not simply to pursue external recognition and success, but to reconcile with oneself, to find the place that belongs to oneself from the depths of one’s heart, to accept and tolerate all imperfections and shortcomings.

    Constantly pursuing external success, but finally found that the most important thing is inner peace and self-knowledge
    Ju Fufu’s growth process is full of reluctance and struggle. Since childhood, she has been living under the pressure of pursuing external recognition. She wants to succeed, want to get the envy of others, and want to be recognized by society. She studies hard and works hard, almost every day she is forced to suffocate. However, after so many years of hard work, she still feels empty and confused.

    She once thought that her happiness and success were hidden in the standards defined by others, in those praises, honors and material satisfaction. But as time passed, she gradually realized that the so-called success is not the ultimate goal, it cannot bring people real satisfaction and inner peace. Ju Fufu began to doubt: “Am I always working in the wrong direction? Is it that what I pursue is not what can really bring me happiness?”

    She understood that all the efforts and pursuits were not for the recognition of the outside world, but for the peace and satisfaction of her heart. The real success should be to reconcile with oneself, to find the calmness and tranquility that belongs to oneself in the complicated world.

    No need to compare with others, just walk side by side with your past self
    For Fufu, the most difficult thing is not how to move towards the success of the outside world, but how to let go of the burden in your heart and find the balance of reconciliation with yourself. She once had such a confusion: Why are others moving forward, but she is stagnant? This question troubled her for a long time, but in the process of her gradual maturity, she gradually understood a truth: the real power does not come from surpassing others, but from reconciling with the past self, accepting her past shortcomings and failures, and drawing strength from these experiences to move forward.

    Fufu finally understood that everyone’s growth trajectory is unique. She does not need to compare with others, and does not need to pursue those illusory goals. All she can do is to make progress slowly at her own pace and become a better person. She no longer seeks comfort and guidance from others, but begins to discover the true peace and strength from her own heart.

    Facing the ruthlessness and injustice of reality, keep your heart clear and tenacious
    Fufu’s heart was once full of anxiety and fear. She was afraid of others’ evaluation of her, afraid of her own failure, and afraid that the future was full of unknown fear. In countless lost nights, she had lost herself and even thought about giving up. She doubted whether she had enough courage to face the injustice and cruelty in life.

    However, it was in these setbacks and difficulties that Fufu gradually realized that the meaning of life is not to live a perfect life, but to learn to find yourself in imperfection. No matter how the outside world changes, how unfair it is, we can still choose to keep our hearts clear and tenacious. What we can do is not to control everything, but to learn to accept everything and find the motivation to move forward in acceptance.

    In this process, Fufu learned how to face the unsatisfactory things in life calmly. She knows that true courage is not fearlessness, but the ability to stick to one’s beliefs and keep moving forward in the face of pain and challenges. She has learned to compromise with the world and reconcile with herself. She knows that the road of life is not smooth, but she can still go on firmly, because she no longer looks for answers from the outside world, but has learned to find peace and strength from her heart.

    Live your truest self without taking external evaluation as the standard
    Fufu once spent a lot of time on external evaluation. She cares about what others think of her and longs for recognition and praise. She constantly pursues those seemingly glamorous achievements and wants to shine on the stage of society. However, after a long time, she found that this kind of external evaluation could not bring her real satisfaction, but made her more lost.

    She began to realize that the meaning of life does not lie in the eyes of others, but in whether she can live her truest self. She no longer forces herself to cater to the expectations of others, but begins to respect her inner voice and respect her own choices. She knows that her value does not depend on the recognition of the outside world, but comes from her true acceptance of her heart.

    She understands that true freedom comes from not being bothered by other people’s evaluations, but being able to face oneself calmly, do what one wants to do most, and live the most authentically. Only when we are no longer swayed by the standards of the outside world can we find our own happiness and tranquility.

  • The magical realism and struggle of human nature in modern games can be seen from the complexity of the materials for the cultivation of Xia Kong in Mingchao

    The list of materials for the cultivation of Xia Kong is like the magical legends circulated under the old locust tree at the head of the village, full of exotic flowers and plants, and stained with the breath of magical realism. The unfamiliar names of crystallized phlogiston, tide-eroded sail core, and burning phosphorus bone are like stardust falling from the sky, sticking to the fingertips of players and sticking to their souls. This long list of materials is a spider web woven by modern game designers, which tightly entangles players, like an old farmer working non-stop in the autumn harvest season, harvesting the virtual fruits that cannot be escaped.

    I remember when I was a child, the old man in the village said that the gods in the sky would also send messengers to bring various trials. Whoever can complete them can pick the stars and embrace the moon. Today’s Xia Kong cultivation materials may be the test brought by the messenger. The impure, crudely extracted, distilled, and highly pure crystallized phlogiston are layered and stacked, like a winding stream in a valley, advancing layer by layer, with a clear and cold feeling, but people can’t stop looking for it. Players are like children running errands in the village. In exchange for a sharp hoe, they walk through muddy fields, brave the wind and rain, how hard it is.

    And the “Golden Fleece” is no longer a golden treasure in mythology, but a hard bone in the game economy. The rule of limiting purchases to 15 pieces is like the old rules in the village. People can’t eat a fat man in one bite, but can only gnaw slowly. Whoever can own the Golden Fleece is like an old farmer who has obtained the fertilizer given by God, which can make the crops harvested. Everyone is jealous, and some people hate it. The limited and precious resources of this kind in the game reflect the helplessness and resistance of modern society to the unfair distribution of resources. The competition among players is like the shouting and collision of farmers when they rush to harvest fruits, which is warm but helpless.

    The tidal sail core is like the surging waves in the deep sea, and every drop brings surprise and disappointment. Players, like fishermen, cast nets in the boundless sea, hoping to catch the fattest fish, but often only a few dried fish and broken nets. Repeated brushing of materials is not only a gameplay, but also a portrayal of the villagers’ labor year after year: despite the hard work, they still have to persist, because that is life and a ritual that must be completed.

    The existence of the material “stuffed meat tofu” is like a hot meal served by the mother in the village, cheering up the children who have worked all day. Its design of increasing the material drop rate is like adding a little seasoning to life, adding a little flavor and hope to the monotonous life. In the repeated and tiring “brushing”, players rely on this little “welfare” as if relying on the bowl of hot porridge in their hometown to support their spirit and strength.

    The world of the game is so complicated, and the list of materials is so huge, but it just reflects the complexity and helplessness of reality. Modern people are like players in this virtual world, kidnapped by heavy tasks and endless requirements, constantly looking for a way out in the maze of life. The design of the cultivation materials makes people feel anxious, but they can’t bear to abandon them. The contradiction of wanting to break free from the shackles but being unable to give up is a true portrayal of the hearts of contemporary people.

    Xiakong’s cultivation materials carry a strong mark of the times and an ancient rural atmosphere. In a world where virtual and real are intertwined, players are like the tenacious farmers in the village, trapped by the environment and working hard to open up their own fields. The struggle and grinding in the game are like the farming and harvesting of farmers, sad but real, rough but full of vitality.

    Mo Yan once said that the countryside is a magical place, and the cultivation system of modern games is also a magical realist performance. The complex materials are not only the rules of the game, but also the endless struggle and hope in people’s hearts. The materials for developing Xia Kong in the game are like the land of his hometown, muddy and overgrown with weeds, but full of the power of life, waiting to be understood and surpassed.

  • That wound that cannot be healed is still bleeding over the years

    Sometimes, I often wonder what life is, why it can make people love and hate, and why it is painful but cannot be escaped. Those seemingly ordinary days are often heavier than we think. Just like a full fruit, it looks bright and beautiful, but once it is bitten, it is a rotten heart.

    I grew up in a remote town. There are no bustling streets, no flashing neon lights, and no wide roads. In the town, almost every family has some unspeakable pain. Some people work in the fields all their lives, and some people drink the kind of water that smells of soil every day. There is nothing but the most primitive survival. What hurts me most is that there seems to be no end to all this.

    I remember when I was a child, I often saw my father carrying a tattered cloth bag to the market to exchange for some side dishes and rice. At that time, I always felt that life was so difficult, but so simple. Nothing is closer to reality than the days at that time. We lived a simple life, but we didn’t have too many extravagant demands. All the happiness seemed to be hidden in the ordinary, in the fields, and in the outline of my father’s back in the sunset.

    However, time did not give us too much tolerance. My father’s body gradually weakened, and my mother was no longer so young. The burden of life gradually bent their waists. There was no laughter and joy in the house, only endless silence and fatigue. Whenever night fell, there was always an unspeakable sense of depression in the house, as if the whole world was sleeping in this darkness, so quiet that it made people breathless.

    At that time, I didn’t know what “difficulties” meant. I only knew that every day I had to stand at the entrance of the village waiting for my father to come back, and then eat a bowl of porridge full of vegetable leaves and rice grains together. I remember one time, I couldn’t help asking my mother why our life was so hard. The mother’s eyes became empty for a moment, and after a long time, she gently said: “Child, life is like this, no one can escape it.”

    There were no tears in the mother’s eyes, only an indescribable fatigue. When she said this, her voice was as light as the fallen leaves in the autumn wind, without any sound, but it made people feel distressed. At that moment, I suddenly understood what fate was. It is like a bottomless pit, we fall into it one by one, and finally we can only rely on ourselves to find a ray of hope. Perhaps, we have no choice but to walk alone in this deep pit until the end.

    I was already seventeen years old when I left my hometown. The young me walked into the city with longing and ideals. At that time, I seemed to think that the city was the place of dreams, where there were bustling streets, where there were traffic, there were infinite possibilities. I thought that I would be able to see a wider sky after I walked out of that barren town.

    However, after arriving in the city, I found that I was still just an insignificant existence. Although the city is bright and the streets are bustling, I feel particularly lonely among these people. Every morning, I walk hurriedly on the crowded streets, and every night, I am silent in the noisy city. Gradually, I realized that the light of the city cannot dispel the darkness in my heart. It only makes you see more clearly the distance between yourself and the world.

    So, I began a long struggle. In order to survive, I did various jobs: selling newspapers, working as a cleaner, and even moving stones on the construction site. Every day, I am fighting poverty, and every day, I am looking for a glimmer of hope. But every time I turn around and leave my job and walk back to my small rental house, the loneliness in my heart surges like a tide. The prosperity and hustle and bustle of the city have little to do with me. It only gives me an empty face and a heart that is no longer young.

    Looking back, I realized that the land of my hometown is my root. Even if it is full of injustice and pain, it is still the most real existence. In those years, although I have not received any earth-shattering happiness, I have never really given up on myself. Life, although ruthless, has taught me tenacity and patience. Every fall, every rebirth, is an opportunity for me to get to know myself again.

    Today, standing in front of the town I used to live in, I can still see those familiar scenes: my father’s back, my mother’s warm eyes, and the smell of soil on the country road. Although the years have taken away many of the past beauties, the memories left on that land will never fade.

    Once, I wanted to escape from here, I wanted to escape from this land that brought me pain and loss. But now, I understand that I can no longer get rid of this innate connection. It is like an unhealable wound. No matter how far I go, it will eventually bleed in my heart.

    And this bleeding may be the meaning of life. It makes us more clearly aware that the original self still exists deep in our hearts and has never left.

  • Looking at the false prosperity and spiritual dilemma of contemporary game culture from the complexity of Xia Kong’s materials

    Xia Kong, a five-star resonator in the Mingchao game, needs many and complex materials for his growth, which can be regarded as another heavy shackle in the game industry. Low-frequency tidal eclipse sail core, medium-frequency tidal eclipse sail core, high frequency, full frequency, burning phosphorus bone, crystallized phlogiston… These seemingly meaningless numbers and names have accumulated into a heavy burden on the players. They are not just props in the game, but more like the plunder and enslavement of the players’ spirit by the modern virtual world.

    When I look at these material lists, I can’t help but think of the ubiquitous “tasks” and “goals” in today’s society. We are constantly asked to collect, upgrade, invest time and money, but often we can’t see substantial growth and change. The game world and the real world are surprisingly similar here. They are all mazes of desire, wearing away people’s will and soul.

    In particular, the acquisition of “burning phosphorus bone” requires defeating the powerful enemy sighing ancient dragon. It is a tough battle, and players have invested a lot of time in it. Behind such repeated labor is a psychological trap carefully woven by game designers, which encourages players to endlessly kill monsters and collect. It is very much like the invisible shackles designed by the upper class of society, making people work like slaves, but becoming more and more mentally exhausted.

    The name “Golden Fleece” is strange, but it is actually a microcosm of the modern game economy. It has purchase restrictions and currency transactions, representing the “capital rules” that players are forced to accept. Players can only buy fifteen per week, but they need a lot of money to exchange. The “scarcity” that is difficult to achieve in reality is artificially created in the virtual world. Such a design deprives players of the space for free choice and turns people into vassals of capital.

    Look at the crystallized phlogiston again, from impurities to high purity, each level is a test of the player’s patience and time. Just like the pressure of increasing pressure in real life, it is breathless. Players are not enjoying the game, but are being squeezed bit by bit by the game system, as if the metaphor of life is becoming more and more desolate.

    In addition, the discount codes and recharge discounts on Treabar.com expose the commercial nature of the modern game industry. Players seem to have benefited, but in fact they are constantly lured into consumption. Behind this “discount” is the continuous emptying of players’ wallets by capital, which is another link in the game capitalism. Players’ enthusiasm and hope become extremely fragile in money transactions.

    This whole set of material system, on the surface, is necessary for cultivating Xia Kong, but in fact it is an exploitation of players’ time and spirit. Players are firmly trapped in the game framework and lose themselves in repeated monster hunting and collection. Such false prosperity is the curse of contemporary digital entertainment, tempting people to indulge, but without real rewards.

    Games should be a spiritual relaxation and creative space for people, but now they have become a tool for capital manipulation. Players pursue the so-called growth in the virtual world, but find that it is nothing more than a castle in the air, and real happiness and satisfaction are getting further and further away. Xia Kong’s growth materials have become heavy iron rings on the chain, trapping the players’ hands and feet.

    We should reflect on whether such game design is really worthy of praise? Or are we unknowingly being dragged into endless “labor”? Does the accumulation of materials in Xiakong reflect the anxiety, powerlessness and loss in modern people’s lives?

    In conclusion, I only hope that players can see the truth of this false prosperity and not let digital games enslave their time and spirit. Games should be spiritual comfort, not a heavy shackle. Only by recognizing this can we find true freedom and liberation between games and reality.

  • In the quiet and the hustle and bustle, I learned how to talk to my heart and live comfortably

    Every morning, the sun shines through the gaps in the curtains, sprinkles on the carpet in front of the bed, and exudes a warm breath. I always open my eyes, stand in this light, and feel the tranquility of life. The morning air is fresh, it seems that everything starts again, and every breath is filled with hope. That feeling is more nourishing than any morning coffee. Maybe life is like this, full of these tiny beauties, and we are always used to ignoring them.

    I have been confused and confused. In those days, I often asked myself, what is the meaning of life? Why are there always so many unsatisfactory things? Why do we often forget our original intentions in busyness and fatigue? Everyone will have such a moment, feeling that there is nothing worth lingering in life, everything is so trivial and so powerless. But as the years go by, I gradually understand a truth: true happiness is not in the distance, but in the tranquility of the soul at every moment.

    People are always busy throughout their lives. Work, family, friends, it seems that each one requires you to pay a certain price. In this world full of competition and desire, each of us is like a hurried passer-by, with a little uneasiness and anxiety, wanting to realize our dreams and achieve our own achievements in a limited time. However, when you really stand at the height of life and look back, you will find that the most important thing is not the achievement, but the mood along the way.

    I gradually discovered that life does not always need so many complicated things. We often look to the outside world, expecting to gain recognition from others, expecting to have more material wealth, and expecting to stand in front of everyone at a certain moment and become the most dazzling existence. However, what can really touch your heart is often those simple and insignificant moments.

    Just like that day, I walked alone on the tree-lined path in the park, and the leaves around me swayed in the wind, making a rustling sound. The sun sprinkled on the mottled ground of the trees, the air was fresh, and the surroundings were so quiet that it seemed as if there was no passage of time. Suddenly, I saw a bird fly by, perched on a branch, and began to chirp and sing. Its singing is clear and pleasant, as if it adds a little vitality to this quiet world. At that moment, I suddenly understood what inner peace is, and what is the tranquility of reconciliation with nature and self.

    Once upon a time, I sneered at this kind of quiet life, thinking it was too bland, without challenges and passion. However, when you have experienced some ups and downs, and experienced the impermanence and changes of the world, you will find that ordinary days are the most cherished time. There are no complicated trivialities, no unnecessary troubles, only a quiet state of mind and warm sunshine, which are enough to make people feel satisfied and peaceful.

    The meaning of life is not to pursue some unattainable goals, but to reconcile with yourself and learn to accept every fragment of life, whether it is ordinary or great. Just like I often tell myself: a quiet heart is the most precious wealth. No matter how unpredictable the world outside is, we should learn to face it calmly, learn to talk to our hearts, and learn to cherish every moment of the present.

    Sometimes, I wonder why we always forget to be gentle to ourselves in the busy day after day? Why do we always ignore the voice deep in our hearts when we are chasing the praise and success from the outside world? In this life, people will eventually be alone with themselves. The noise and glory of the outside world will eventually pass. Only the inner peace and harmony are the harbors that we can really rely on.

    I remember a friend once told me: “I dare not stop. If I stop, I will feel that I have nothing.” He is always busy, full of anxiety and uneasiness. He seems to be always pursuing a certain goal, but he has never found the real answer. Whenever I hear these words, I can’t help but feel a pity. Because I know that he never really knows how to stop and enjoy the quietness in life. Everyone has his own pursuits and goals, but the meaning of life is not entirely achieved in pursuit. We need to have enough courage to stop, listen to the voice of our hearts, and feel what life is like.

    In fact, some things cannot be measured by external standards. Success and failure, gains and losses, and wealth are all temporary after all. What can bring us satisfaction in the end is inner peace and joy. When you learn to let go of those insignificant pursuits and learn to look at the world deep in your heart, you will find that life is not complicated. Its beauty lies in simplicity and tranquility.

    I often say to myself: “Don’t rush to get anything. The most important things in life are often those seemingly insignificant bits and pieces.” Today’s sunshine, today’s breeze, and every bit of warmth today are gifts given to us by life. We don’t need to travel far, and we don’t need to pursue any unreachable goals, because life itself is the most beautiful scenery and the most precious treasure we cherish.

    During this period of time, I learned to reconcile with myself, learn to calm my mind, and listen to the voice deep in my heart. Even if there is still a turbulent world around me sometimes, and there are still some difficult emotions in my heart, I no longer let these things determine my emotions. Life is originally a practice. It does not need too many external things, but requires us to experience, understand, and be grateful from the heart.

    Today, I still stand in this sunny world, feeling the warmth and tranquility of life. Every drop of rain, every breeze, and every bird song reminds me: in this noisy world, the most valuable thing is the tranquility and inner peace that belongs to you.

  • Guarding the pure and warm light of the heart in the complex world

    The story of Ju Fufu is a journey of courage and warmth. The world she lives in is full of complexity, challenges and unknowns, but she still maintains a pure and tenacious heart, like a lamp, illuminating the way for herself and those around her.

    In this noisy land, everyone is rushing around, some are chasing fame and fortune, some are struggling to survive, but Ju Fufu has chosen another way – to guard the inner peace and light in her own way. She has no gorgeous words, no dazzling achievements, but uses the most sincere actions to interpret what responsibility and perseverance are.

    Ju Fufu’s strength comes from her keen observation of the details of life. She knows how to feel the gentleness of the wind in the morning light and listen to the whispers of the stars at night. She does not pursue spectacular feats, but finds extraordinary beauty in the ordinary. Her normal attack is like a wooden sword in a child’s hand, simple but powerful; her dodge is a brave choice again and again, not to be knocked down by setbacks; her special skills and joint skills are the result of her tacit cooperation with her partners, warm and powerful.

    Ju Fufu’s “popcorn pot” is not an ordinary weapon. It is like a loyal friend, always giving support and encouragement when she needs it most. It automatically attacks the enemy, as if telling her that no matter how many difficulties she encounters, there is strength to accompany her. She uses this power to protect the team and those who believe in her.

    In her world, the fire attribute is not only a symbol of destruction, but also a representative of warmth and hope. Flames can burn and illuminate darkness. Ju Fufu is like a flame, illuminating herself and warming others. Her core skills and support skills are not only a means of fighting, but also a bridge to convey warmth and trust.

    Ju Fufu’s journey also reminds people of those childhood memories. There is a small house in everyone’s heart, where the truest self lives. Ju Fufu is protecting this hut. She uses courage and kindness to build a protective wall to resist the wind and rain from the outside world. Her imagery is like a fairy-tale painting, full of the beauty of magic and reality.

    In this world, loneliness is inevitable. But Ju Fufu tells us with her tenacity that loneliness is not loneliness, but an opportunity for self-growth. She finds strength in loneliness and listens to the truest voice in her heart in silence. She knows that only by reconciling with herself can she really go further.

    Ju Fufu’s story tells us: The meaning of life is not to pursue external recognition, but to find inner peace. Every attack and every dodge she makes is like a dialogue with life, telling us to face challenges bravely and not forget our original intentions.

    In this complex era, we all need brave people like Ju Fufu. She has no earth-shaking heroic deeds, but she has walked out a path of her own with delicate emotions and firm steps. She is like a guardian, using warmth and light to dispel confusion and fear in the darkness.

    The story of Ju Fufu is a gentle poem, a quiet painting, and a moving melody. It makes us understand that true power comes from the purity and kindness of the heart. Everyone can be a hero in life, as long as you are willing to feel with your heart and protect with love.

    May we all be like Ju Fufu, and never forget the purity and warmth in the journey of life, and become the light in our hearts to illuminate the way forward.

  • From the complexity of Xiakong’s development materials in Mingchao, we can see the cold reflection of modern social system and alienation of human nature

    In this noisy and increasingly complex era, the list of Xiakong’s development materials in the video game “Mingchao” is like a complicated and cruel social microcosm, reflecting people’s confusion and alienation under the framework of modern system. Tide-eroded sail core, burning phosphorus bones, crystallized phlogiston, golden fleece, iris blooming day… Behind these gorgeous and obscure nouns, there are so many struggles and helplessness of tired souls.

    People often say that games are entertainment and pleasure. But if you only stay on the surface, you will miss a deeper insight. Xiakong’s development materials are like a silent satire, telling the invisible oppression of modern society on individuals. The abundance and complexity of materials are like heavy shackles, which firmly bind players in an endless cycle of labor and deprive them of the possibility of self-realization. Those “tidal sail cores” and “burning phosphorus bones” are nothing more than symbols of the red tape and institutional barriers in reality, which make people want to break free but unable to extricate themselves.

    The classification of materials – impurities, crude extraction, distillation, and high purity are metaphors for the solidification of social classes in modern society. Many people can only struggle at the level of “impurities” and find it difficult to move towards the realm of “high purity”. The barriers of class seem transparent, but in fact they are indestructible, just like the multiple screening and restrictions of materials in this game, which are suffocating. There are also scarce and limited-purchase materials such as “Golden Fleece”, just like the unfair distribution of resources in real society. The pitiful opportunities are as precious as Golden Fleece, which makes people envious and jealous, but unable to change.

    The design of increasing the drop rate of materials in the “Stuffed Meat and Tofu” dish in the game is like those short-lived and false “support policies” in modern society. They are bright and beautiful on the surface, but it is difficult to cover up the deep institutional ills. Players spend a lot of time and energy on this, but they can’t escape exhaustion and loss, just like people in reality struggle in the torrent of the system, but can only get limited respite.

    What’s more touching is that the material named “Iris Blooms Day” is like a blooming ideal flower, which is particularly fragile in the cold reality development system. It symbolizes the unattainable beauty and hope, but it is crushed by ruthless rules and turned into countless cumbersome material fragments. In and out of the game, how many dreams are trampled on, and how many people are betrayed by indifference.

    This scene reminds people of the “little people” in Lu Xun’s works, who silently endure the ravages of fate in front of the social machine. The players in the game are also the reflection of these little people. They are busy and struggling in the huge and indifferent system, but are pushed into the abyss by invisible hands. Xia Kong’s development materials are just like the endless obligations and tasks in modern society, forcing individuals to keep paying but difficult to gain freedom.

    Mr. Lu Xun once said: “Hope is attached to existence. If there is existence, there is hope. If there is hope, there is light.” However, in this complex development system, can players still see a ray of hope? Or have they been tortured by the endless list of materials and lost the courage to resist?

    When we are addicted to the mechanical cycle of “brushing materials”, we might as well stop and examine the real meaning behind this game. It reminds us how the modern system deprives people of their freedom and dignity, and how people who should love life become machines enslaved by materials and rules. Only by deep reflection and brave struggle can we break free from this seemingly invisible but extremely hard shackles and regain the forgotten “summer sky” – a free, pure and hopeful sky.

  • Feng Jin’s silence and the intertwined trajectory of light and shadow on the Star Dome Railway

    Feng Jin is a shadow walking in the wind. She walks silently on the Star Dome Railway, carrying the weight of memory and the silence of time. Her growth is like a river running through the wilderness, hidden under the gray sky, calm but with surging undercurrents.

    Her body is covered with “fear crushing flesh and blood”, which is the trembling when facing the unknown countless times and the pain of struggling in the darkness. Her flesh and blood are broken, but she does not fall down. Her body and soul are looking for an opportunity to reconnect in this silent break. Fear is not her enemy, but a sharpening of her blade.

    Following closely is the mark of “courage tearing the chest”. Courage is not a gift from heaven, but the fragility born in the tearing, the blood flowing in the cracks, and the unspeakable pain. Although Feng Jin’s chest was torn, it was reshaped in pain and became a hard shield. She used courage to fight against fate, no matter how cruel and ruthless it was.

    “Glory Baptizes the Body” is a symbol of contradiction. Glory should be bright, but in Feng Jin’s body, it is like a silent trial, washing away the dust, but bringing deeper loneliness. She burned in the flames of glory, turned into ashes, and rose from the ashes. Glory is not liberation, but a new round of shackles.

    “A Cup of Drunk Time” is the nightmare and illusion that Feng Jin experienced at the Pinocchio Theater. That cup of drunken wine intoxicated her eyes and confused her heart, as if she was swallowed by the mist of history. She searched in the wine, trying to grasp the passing time, but could only leave a hole and an echo.

    The exclusive light cone “May the rainbow light stay in the sky forever” is Feng Jin’s only belief. She poured all her materials into it, hoping that the light can penetrate the darkness and illuminate the way forward. The light cone is not only a symbol of strength, but also the sustenance of her soul and her eternal desire for the future. She guards this beam of light alone, like a watcher, quietly waiting for the dawn.

    Feng Jin’s growth is a silent struggle. She pieced together her own figure with fragments of fear, courage and glory. Every piece of material, every credit point, is a mark of her struggle against fate. She has no words, only walking, only silent persistence.

    The “seeds of thinking”, “manas sprouts” and “alayahua” in the trace materials are like the secret garden in her heart, deep and complex. They nourish her soul and also tell her endless loneliness and thinking. “The sound of the same wish” and “the footprints of fate” are the symbols of her communication with the world, and her hints and expectations for the future.

    Feng Jin is like a gust of wind, gently passing over the Xingkong Railway, but bringing up layers of waves. Her story has no passionate horns, only low chants. She tells us that the meaning of life lies not in the hustle and bustle, but in the perseverance in silence. Even in loneliness and darkness, light still exists.

    The jasmine on the Starry Sky Railway is a microcosm of the times and a symbol of countless lost souls of that era. Her walk is a resistance to fate and a pursuit of light. She silently tells her story and calls for everyone’s awakening.

    Her light may be weak, but it is enough to penetrate the deepest darkness. Her shadow may be lonely, but it dances freely in the wind. The jasmine is the wind, the light, and the poem under the endless starry sky.

  • Experience the gentle beauty of life details from the complex list of materials for the cultivation of Mingchao Xiakong

    In today’s fast-paced life, we often overlook those small and gentle details, just like the list of materials for the cultivation of the five-star resonator Xiakong in the game “Mingchao”. Although it seems complicated, it is like the accumulation of bits and pieces in life, bringing us another kind of power of meditation.

    Xiakong’s growth is not a matter of a day or a night. She needs a lot of materials: low-frequency to full-frequency tide erosion sail core, burning phosphorus bone, crystallized phlogiston, golden fleece, and the day of blooming full of irises… Each material has its origin and story, and we need to patiently find and collect it. If you just look at this list of materials, you may feel cumbersome, but if you feel it with your heart, you will find that this is the epitome of life: nothing can be done easily, and all the results come from countless subtle and meaningful accumulations.

    Among this complex cultivation material, what moved me most was “the day of iris blooming”, which is a gift from nature and the most beautiful bloom of life. It reminds us that even in the trivial daily life, there are always beautiful moments blooming like flowers, waiting for us to discover and cherish. Just like the “childhood ballads” written by Bing Xin, they are gentle and full of hope. These small shining points can bring comfort and strength to our tired hearts.

    What’s more interesting is that in order to improve efficiency, players will make the dish “stuffed meat tofu” to temporarily increase the acquisition rate of materials. It is like a cup of tea and a delicious meal in life. Although small, it can warm the heart and add motivation. Don’t we need these small comforts to make daily life softer and more flavorful?

    The collection of Xiakong’s cultivation materials also reminds me that life needs to go through different stages of growth. The gradual progress of the low-frequency to high-frequency tide erosion sail core is like our experience and tempering from childhood to adulthood. The heat of burning phosphorus bones is just like the suffering and challenges in our lives. Although it is hot, it also tempers our will. The preciousness of the golden fleece is very much like the rare luck and beauty in life.

    The process of obtaining these materials requires our patience and persistence, just as countless small efforts in life can accumulate into heavy happiness. The “Sighing Ancient Dragon” in the game is like the ups and downs in life. Only by facing it bravely can we harvest precious wealth. It tells us: There is no shortcut to growth. Only by experiencing it carefully can we appreciate the sweetness of life.

    In this process, players are not only developing a game character, but also realizing the true meaning of life. The complex list of materials and the tedious acquisition tasks make us understand that the beauty of life comes from details, and the joy of growth is hidden in persistence. As Bing Xin said: “Love is in the details”, if we can treat every moment of life with love and patience, we will find that there is infinite beauty in the ordinary.

    Through Xia Kong’s cultivation system, we seem to have learned how to love ourselves and the people around us. Every piece of material and every effort is not isolated. They converge into the river of life and nourish our souls. Whether it is a game or life, only by respecting the process and cherishing the details can we feel the temperature of life.

    In short, the complex list of materials for developing Natsuzora Naruto is not only a reflection of the game mechanism, but also a mirror that reflects the seemingly trivial but warm moments in our lives. I hope we can all treat every detail of life with the same care as we treat this development material, and feel the silent beauty and tenderness.

  • At the end of the lights, I reconciled with the world, but I still couldn’t forget the pain.

    Life is always a pit, climb out and fall back in. I have warned myself more than once not to set any goals for myself, and to have fewer extravagant demands on life, so that there will be less disappointment. But life never goes according to people’s wishes. Just like those dreams when I was young, I always felt that I was forever young and tireless, until one day, I suddenly realized that I was old. I am too old to expect anything anymore, and I am too old to believe that I can have the kind of enthusiasm that only belongs to young people.

    I have been in this city for many years. The streets are still the same, and the street lights are still on. Whenever night falls, the brightly lit streets become the only thing I can rely on. In fact, sometimes, I don’t particularly enjoy this brightly lit hustle and bustle, but in those quiet late nights, I can find some peace. Under the lights, I am like a passerby, looking ahead with empty eyes, as if waiting for something, but it seems that I am not waiting for anything. For me, dinner, overtime, the way home, almost every moment is the same.

    But I know that life is more than that. Or rather, it is much more than that. Everyone has a monologue about themselves, and I am no exception, but I speak too little. Many times, I prefer silence, and I feel that many words are meaningless. No one will really understand you, and others will only judge who you are based on their own perception of you.

    I often wonder, if I no longer seek understanding from others, what will I become? Maybe I will be more lonely, or maybe I will be freer, who knows?

    However, to be honest, freedom is not as good as imagined. It does not have the warmth of friends, nor the sweetness of lovers. Instead, it gives me more time to dance with loneliness. For me, loneliness is not a bad state, it is more of a choice. Life is always troubled by various factors, pressure at work, disputes in the family, and the little thoughts of friends. Each one pulls you tighter and tighter until you can’t even find the space to take a deep breath.

    At this time, you will suddenly understand that loneliness is actually an inevitable fate. You no longer seek recognition from the outside world, and you begin to get used to talking to yourself. Those love and friendships that you longed for when you were young, in the end, became the most unattainable luxury. I have had several relationships, each of which was somewhat magnificent, but in the end, none of them made it to the end. Sometimes, I wonder, is it because we don’t really understand that the most important thing in a relationship is not the tolerance and tolerance of the other party, but whether we can be tolerant enough to accept the shortcomings of the other party?

    Perhaps, we are all too demanding of perfection. Every relationship is like looking for the “other half” of that life, as if everyone has a preset role to play. In fact, the truth is that there is no perfect love in this world, only the perfect self, and knowing tolerance, understanding, and acceptance is the most lasting guarantee of a relationship.

    Sometimes I think that if I were not so stubborn and stubborn, maybe my current life would not be so confused and tired. I always fantasize that I can get an ideal love, a friend who can talk about everything, and a peace that I have never had somewhere. However, all this is like a dream. Slowly, I learned to draw strength from failure and no longer over-desire things that do not belong to me. Living in the present is my most sincere understanding of life.

    If I were to describe my life in one word, it would be “living”. I just live like this, day after day, year after year, and there seems to be nothing to be proud of, and there is no drama of ups and downs. It’s just that you gradually understand what to cherish and what to let go in your constant attempts.

    I did not pursue perfect love, nor did I demand success in my career. I just thought about how to live a better life, at least to wake up with a relaxed mood every day, not sad for yesterday’s pain, and not afraid of tomorrow’s unknown.

    And all this finally ushered in some subtle changes on an accidental night. That day, it was drizzling outside the window. I walked on the street with some worries, and my thoughts were as messy as leaves blown away by the wind. Suddenly, a voice came from the side. The voice was crisp and warm, as if it floated from a long-lost memory. I turned my head and saw a person standing in the rain, smiling at me.

    I suddenly realized that no matter what the future holds, at this moment, while I am reconciling with the past, I am also slowly accepting reality. This peaceful state of mind cannot be cultivated in a day or two. It comes from every day when I no longer expect or demand anything, and from the courage to stand up from failure every time.

    The most important thing for us to live in this world is not to pursue anything, but to learn to let go and give ourselves enough space to embrace the impermanence of life. This world is never perfect, but we can still find our place in ordinary days. As long as we don’t give up on ourselves, nothing in this world can really defeat us.

    I have taken many detours over the years, stumbled, and lost a lot of things, but I have also gained a lot. In this city, I finally found a quiet corner, let go of my former obsessions, learned tolerance, learned to let go, and learned to reconcile with the world.

    “If life slaps you in the face, fight back with the other hand.” I always say to myself.

    So, I decided to keep going, with a sense of calmness and calmness, towards the next tomorrow.