杀玲奈落城

　　奈落城里，流传着这样一段传说——

　　很久以前，这奈落城里有个十分可怖的妖怪，一天，一个来自异国他乡的姑娘来到了这里，被那妖怪抓走、还被囚禁在他身边逼迫她为他做事。可是姑娘渐渐爱上了妖怪，却不料妖怪对姑娘并无情义。为了更强大的妖力，最终，妖怪亲手杀死了姑娘……

　　我不疾不徐地行走在奈落城的时候，一旁路过的中年女子正这般给她怀中的孩子讲着这段故事。我听在耳中，淡然一笑，继续赶路。

　　沿途皆是欣欣向荣的繁华景象，如今的这里已经恢复了些许生气，原本荒芜凄凉的城中如今也已重新入驻了不少百姓。

　　我走出了奈落城，行走在城外的山野间。三月的天气，草长莺飞，繁花争艳，丝毫看不出数年前这里曾经历过的那场血腥屠戮。再往前走，恰是我要找寻的那棵梧桐树，素色的枝蔓随风飘摇，花瓣漫天飞舞，清风落花，正是人世间难得一见的绝美光景。

　　我立在这棵梧桐树下，抬头静静凝望着这一树繁花。

　　我来到这里，便是为了与那人的承诺而来。

　　有些悲剧的传说在别人眼中，看到的只是血腥的残酷，殊不知传说之所以是传说，便是因为其中掩盖了许多刻骨铭心的真实。就像我面前的这棵梧桐树，这随风飘摇的一树繁花清浅萧瑟，那样美，美得几乎虚幻，就如同她对他的感情，回忆起来，是那样的不真实。

　　一腔爱恨，一场悲欢，一卷青史，一身风尘与沧桑。

　　In narrows， there is a legend that a long time ago， there was a very scary monster in narrows. One day, a girl from a foreign country came here, she was taken by the monster and imprisoned by him to force her to work for him. But the girl gradually fell in love with the monster, but the monster on the girl is not heartless. In order to be more powerful demonic force, finally, the monster killed the girl with his own hands…… …… As I walked unhurriedly through narrows, a middle-aged woman was telling this story to the child in her arms. I listened, smiled, and went on my way. Along the way are thriving scenes of prosperity, now here has recovered some vitality, originally desolate city has now re-settled a lot of people. I went out of Naro and walked in the mountains outside the city . The weather in March, grass long Yingfei, flowers blooming, do not see a few years ago here had experienced the bloody massacre . Then go forward, it is the plane tree I am looking for, plain branches waving in the wind, petals flying all over the sky, the wind falling flowers, is a rare sight of the beautiful scene. I stood under the Sycamore Tree, looking up at this tree flowers quietly. I came here to make a promise to that man . Some tragic legends in the eyes of others, only to see the bloody cruelty, but do not know that the legend is a legend, because it covered up a lot of deep-rooted truth . Just like the plane tree in front of me, the wind-blown flowers of the tree, so beautiful, beautiful almost unreal, as her feelings for him, recalled, is so unreal. A cavity love and hate, a joy, a volume of history, a dust and vicissitudes of life.