在世间，总会流传着很多传说。如七道彩虹，如绝情之蛊，如苗疆圣母，如昆仑魔山。有的太过离奇，有的太过诡异，有的太过悲伤。所以，大家只是姑妄听之，在茶余饭后，将这些传说一传再传那些多年前的悲伤与惨烈就这样万口传颂，被一次次笑着咀嚼，直到成了渣滓。却没有一个人相信，这些悲伤都曾真实地发生过。但偶然一天，你会发现，原来所有的传说，都是真的众人才发现，原来自己抛弃的渣滓里，沉淀着一个个无比悲伤的记忆曾经那么的撕心裂肺，刻骨铭心，却在万口传诵中，渐渐淡漠、灰飞烟灭。人人都在讲述着别人的故事，用一次次叹息、伤感将这些故事冲淡。记忆化为故事，故事化为传说......却不知道，在多年以后，又有谁在说着你的传说？(In the world, there are a lot of legends, such as seven rainbows, heartless poisonous insect, goddess of Miao frontier and Kunlun magic mountain, some of which are too absurd, some of which are too weird and some of which are too sad. Therefore, people just listened to the legends without taking them seriously; at the leisure time after dinner, these sad and miserable legends are circulated and ruminated in laughter once and once again till they become a dross. However, no one believes that these miserable stories had ever really happened. One day by chance, you will find that all the legends are detected due to their authenticity and that all the sad memories discarded by us as a dross were so heart-breaking and deep-rooted, which, however, gradually faded away till disappeared during the spread. Everyone is telling other people's stories and weakens these stories by sighs and sorrow. The memory is turned to be a story while the story is turned to be a legend: actually, no one knows who will tell your legend many years later?)