This story is pure fiction. )
3700 years ago. Mythical time. Ancient times before BC.
Their love is as beautiful as today after 3700 years. Maybe this is an ordinary love, but it happened, in the past of Mesopotamia. There is a meteor of love in the historical sky, which is dazzling and leaves a deep trace. Nowadays, people in Mesopotamia are busy, and no one knows, let alone remembers everything that happened, him and her, their stories.
He loved her so much that he began to love her even at the beginning of BC civilization. When ancient Babylon gradually formed a city belonging to human beings, a pale yellow wall made of mud separated him from her.
He was a soldier in Babylon.
When King Hammurabi of Babylon sat majestically on his throne and looked at his people, the soldiers blew deep horns in the wind. He went through the crowd to see her and saw her white robe dancing in the wind. Her long hair jumped out of her robe, and her flaxen hair shone with wheat luster. He was drunk. She saw him looking at herself, so she turned around and smiled at him calmly. Her smile on the plain in the sun is his most beautiful memory. At that time in BC, he fell in love with her. She had chestnut eyes and flaxen hair. Their love became the fate of crossing the city wall, and he shuttled with her.
On the black basalt beside the city wall, the king of Babylon sent craftsmen to carve cuneiform characters, which recorded the survival rules more than 3,700 years ago. Later, when it was unearthed, it was named code of hammurabi. Just like their love, it lasted for decades. Cuneiform records his and her story with its beauty and ancient civilization. It was carved on another small stone, which he carved for her. There are only three words on it. Many scientists have studied for a long time and still don't understand the meaning of those three words, which has become a mystery. Those three words are deeply and neatly carved. As long as you see the way he looks at her, you will know that he is telling her that I love you.
History began in BC, and he wanted to fight for his country. He fought in the bloody Mesopotamian plain with her love, and he wanted to go home, because he knew that she was waiting for him at the entrance of the city wall all day, holding the stone engraved with I love you in cuneiform. The king of Babylon is ambitious and ready to welcome his soldiers back to his throne. He has a proud smile on his face.
Finally, when the horn sounded again, he fell down exhausted. He muttered to himself about his hometown Babylon, and he couldn't forget her waiting for him. He is tired, but he doesn't want to fall down. His hand clenched tightly into a fist, and he looked up at the sky and saw her long-lost smile. There was a loud cry and another soldier was killed. Blood splashed into his eyes, but he didn't have the strength to wipe it off. He died and didn't close his eyes.
The statue of Sue on the edge of the city wall fell to the ground and was smashed to pieces. She saw it and clenched the stone in her hand. She is still waiting for him to come back, come back to hug her, come back to marry her, come back to love her.
Time passed like this, he and she chased each other, looking for each other in the cycle of centuries, the wind was still roaring, the water was still flowing, his fate with her was waiting in the regret of previous lives, he still loved her, and nothing could shake his oath of love for her. Maybe they are a legend, recording the love in BC, falling in the present.
Weathered to the ground, they were once entities, buried his past with her, and his love with her is still beautiful. She looked at the small stone engraved with strange words through the window. It was still long blonde hair and chestnut eyes, as beautiful as it was more than 3700 years ago, but this is her now. Now she is her past and future, and has been reincarnated dozens of times. She stood there for a long time and felt as if she had seen the stone. Although weathered, the handwriting is deeply imprinted on it and clearly visible.
She looked down and saw a pair of shoes. She looked up and saw him. He was staring at the stone, too, and then he found that she was looking at herself, so he smiled at her. Suddenly there was a strong wind, and her white skirt was flying in the wind, and her flaxen hair was flying. They always look at each other, always look at each other. After a long time, almost a century, he spoke. He asked her, "Do you know what this word means?"
She smiled, and there was something shining in her chestnut eyes. She said, "You should know, too. I love you. "
He also smiled: "I love you, too."
Love became a legend in BC, and his and her vows were finally realized in Mesopotamia today, 3700 years later. The love between him and her is eternal, even if there are only unspeakable words left, the love in BC will still be solved by them. He loves her, she loves him, and their love transcends the ancient civilization.
I also came up with a story similar to this one, but I still want to post it.
Please forgive me.
Author → forget.
In 3700, love was written in cuneiform.
Code of hammurabi promulgated by the king of Babylon.
The vague handwriting on the slate shows the love thousands of years ago.
Whose past is it that the priest temple fights for bows and arrows?
Chestnut eyes, curly hair, a face that has been loved for thousands of years.
The khaki walls, the dust flying for thousands of years, and the casual look back in the sand.
White robe, flying skirt and soft side face are deeply buried in his eyes.
A slightly stiff nose, chiseled eyebrows, a face with alternating light and dark, and brown hair leaking from the headscarf are all reflected in her heart.
The Tigris River overflowed.
Crowd, their fingers connected, she turned and smiled. She gently stroked the hair beside her ear and said, I like the picture of you in the crowd that belongs only to me. She looked at his face quietly.
On the battlefield, he missed her.
Pray in the name of the goddess Sumi that she can remember his face and look at her again.
In Mesopotamia, she suppressed her thoughts, did not think about the tragic war, and comforted herself that he could look into his eyes with a victorious smile.
Finally, take a look at his oath engraved on the slate. Just three words are his lifelong attachment. "Wait for me, the next reincarnation, and then tell you personally. This is my promise. "
My heart suddenly felt unbearable pain, and this Sue beauty idol in front of me became sad. The land of flying sand for thousands of years was injured by dusk. Tears have long been broken.
Then, the next reincarnation.
At the window, she looked at the slate with wide eyes. I heard that it recorded a love thousands of years ago.
"Love written in cuneiform" fascinated her silhouette and made her float back to 3700 years ago.
She turned and dreamed of the dusty Mesopotamian plain. So, you haven't forgotten your promise.
Dozens of reincarnation, for this encounter.
The oath of weathering for thousands of years, everything is repeating itself.
There is another story.
If there is an afterlife, I'm sure I will be a king in my previous life. ...
When I walked past the museum with a strange smell of sandalwood and saw the familiar Excalibur, my heart was pounding and I knew what had happened. Through code of hammurabi, I heard my own tinnitus. My blood is churning and every nerve is excited. I can clearly know that the artery on my wrist is about to spew a red fountain. My eyes are red, and the past is vivid ... the dust from the wind hits my resolute face, but there is no expression. I stood in the reins with my father's sword, and the enemies fell at my feet one by one. The deep red blood wetted the place where I stood ... I was full of disappointment: I was not clean. My pain is scattered on the black battlefield. How many lives should I have ended in a happy paradise. And the man who once called me king died in battle for me, and the bodies piled up like mountains. Although I don't want to worry about everything, I am the king. I have to bear the weight of those swords, guns and bows and arrows alone. Only you make me really happy, but I can't marry you. Your brother killed my father ... and we decided to let your family bleed for revenge. However, when I was in a hurry, I still quietly recalled your beloved necklace in my dream. But I didn't expect your beautiful face to appear only in an instant. You know very well that war is inevitable again. But you came to me alone and begged me to help you. Finally, you died in front of me, and your blood solidified on my sword.
After you left, my thoughts spread like the Tigris River. I promulgated the code of hammurabi to commemorate that we didn't start an ending love. I carved forever in cuneiform, which is my eternal oath to you. The war took place one year before BC. After the triumph, I passed by the Sumerian goddess. In the name of the goddess, I made a wish: 3500 years later, my memory will reappear, and my love will stay before A.D.. This is my last oath. Ten days after you left, I ended all my past with that Excalibur, and I began to sleep. ...
My pulse gradually eased, and red came out of my eyes, and then I saw that innocent face. You appeared in front of me again. You pointed to the glass and said, "The King of Babylon promulgated the code of hammurabi, which was carved with black basalt and took more than 3,500 years ..."
You stare at the inscription in front of the window, but I look at the face I have been waiting for for for more than 3 thousand years. You said: "When ancient civilizations only have difficult language, legends become immortal poems ..."
Although the words on the clay tablet are still clearly visible, you can't recognize that it is my oath to you for thousands of years.
That's my love for you, written in BC, buried deep in the Mesopotamian plain, and unearthed centuries later, but you think it's just a code on basalt.
The love I gave you was written in BC, not only in my heart, but also around you, but you didn't know it was the language I left you.
Love was before BC …
Love before parting ...
Love is before the edge of the west. ...
Love before the past ...
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Goodbye, I left my love in BC.
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