Feng Jin, this name is as light as the wind, but it hides a dusty story. She will appear on the distant and mysterious Xingkong Railway, an absurd and real world. There is no fairy tale here, only wind and sand and rails. Feng Jin’s growth is like the rusty hoe in the hands of farmers, heavy and full of power.
Her growth is a storm, a seed buried deep in the soil struggling to break out of the soil in the wind and sand. Those so-called “fear crushes flesh and blood” are like the land that has been chopped hard by a hoe in the field, blood and soil mixed together, bitter and real. Feng Jin’s flesh and blood were trampled by this fear, but she did not fall, just like the land will be moistened by rain no matter how dry it is.
Fear is not a simple fear, but a life’s alertness to the unknown, and a silent lament left by every step of walking alone in the wilderness. Feng Jin’s fear was silent. She did not cry out loudly, but her body and soul trembled violently. This fear was part of her fate and accompanied her every growth.
And the feeling of “courage tearing the chest” was like the helplessness of farmers who worked year after year but could not get a good harvest, and the pain was mixed with persistence. Feng Jin’s courage was not innate, but was tempered little by little in the years of hardship. It was like the earliest buds in spring, fragile but stubbornly breaking through the frozen land. Her courage was a desire for the future, a resistance to fate, and a silent cry.
The phrase “glory baptizes the body” hides the dust and blood on Feng Jin’s body. Her body has experienced countless wind and frost, but it still stands upright. Glory is not a flashy decoration for her, but a little dignity and self-identity in life. Just like the old locust tree on the land, it is still deeply rooted and lush in the wind and frost. Feng Jin’s glory is her persistence that she has never given up after experiencing pain, and it is a rare warmth in her life.
Among the materials of growth, “Thought Seed”, “Manas Sprout” and “Alayahua” are like seeds buried in the soil. She pondered the meaning of life over and over again, and cultivated the fields in her heart over and over again. These names, like the agricultural proverbs handed down by the older generation, contain a deep understanding of life. Her growth is not an isolated individual behavior, but a dialogue with the world and time.
“The legacy of the same wish” and “The footprints of fate” are the history she carries and the ballads on her wandering road. They record Feng Jin’s past and the changes in the world. Fate is like that endless railroad track, and Feng Jin steps on it step by step. She is both a traveler of fate and a witness of fate. She measures hope and loss with her own footsteps.
Through these materials, what we see is not cold numbers, but a picture of a living life struggling in the wind and sand of reality. Feng Jin’s story is a sigh in the wilderness and an endless love for life on barren land. Every breakthrough she makes is like the land watered by spring rain, giving birth to new vitality.
Her exclusive light cone “May the rainbow light stay in the sky forever” is a rainbow that cuts through the sky, and a distant light in the wilderness. It not only illuminates her way forward, but also illuminates those who, like her, are looking for hope in hardship. The light cone represents faith, represents the persistent pursuit of the future, and is the eternal flame in Feng Jin’s heart.
Feng Jin’s growth is like an old country song, simple and profound, with the fragrance of the soil. Her story has no gorgeous words, but it is like the path in the field, tortuous and real. She walks on the Star Dome Railway, with pain and hope, and takes a path of her own.
There are no shortcuts on this road, only solid footprints step by step. Those trace materials are not only equipment in the game, but also a witness to her life, and a mark of her from fear to courage, from struggle to growth. Feng Jin is like an ear of wheat swaying in the wind, fragile but full of vitality.
On this desolate Star Dome Railway, Feng Jin’s story is like a silent ballad, singing the simplest tenacity and warmth in the world. She tells us: no matter how harsh the fate is, there is always a ray of light to guide us forward. Feng Jin’s growth is the deepest tribute to life and the most sincere expectation for the future.