White Yujing in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor.

The immortals caressed my top, and my hair was immortalized.

This poem was written by a human poet named Li Bai, what is the meaning of writing, most pigs can't understand, some of the teaching pigs in those schools understand, but most of them don't want to talk about it, and the specific reason is unknown.

The enemy's beauty, the enemy's sword immortal, the enemy's vast sea, the enemy's city, spring, grass and trees, the enemy's iron horse, the glacier, the enemy's sea, the bright moon, thousands of miles, and the total Chanjuan.

I've been around with me for a long time, just being me.

This Bai Yujing is not immortal, it is a waste tower of human beings, it is copied into the forbidden after being folded by light and shadow, the tower is divided into six layers, the pig sage studies here, can only move freely on the first to fifth floors, and the floor is guarded by the pig spirit, because the text is said to be aura, it may cause trouble to the life of the pig tribe, just say that the human poetry: the worries of the world first, even if the pig people are unwilling to face these poems, but if they write with a pen, it is the majestic heaven and earth, not to mention the words that record the scientific research that changes the historical process, this kind of text has a more earth-shattering effect than poetry。

Especially the πα one by one.

The language of the world, whether it is human or pig, but as long as it is recorded and engraved through the carrier, no matter the paper and stone walls, it will be haunted by the abundant aura of heaven and earth.

The pig god who walked out of the ham sausage recorded the deeds of the pig Xiaomei's father and mother on the white wall outside the tower, and then floated to the white jade building.

And those single pig men who don't have mothers-in-law came out early to farm early, anyway, they were cold and sluggish, and they were bored, and these single pig men saw the record of the white wall, and tears rolled in their eyes.

Damn it, it's a fucking relief!

Some single pig men are also fast-talking, first rub their hands and go to the house of some widows and sows who have a good relationship on weekdays to talk about this big thing, when talking about big things, it would be great if they could pass on the family lineage by the way.........

A woman named Huang Ercha, a female, even more broken-mouthed, the second aunt of this family, the eldest sister.... It didn't take long for it to spread all over the world.

As a result, the reputation of the big man became far and wide.

A few months later, Pig Xiaomei was born, after the so-called hero.

The white jade building is on the second floor.

A pig holds a painting of Gangnam.

The pig frowned, staring at the painting.

I really can't see anything.

An old pig next to him smiled and said, "Do you see any difference between it and ordinary paintings?"

The pig said: "The painting is stained with the sunset, and the color is biased. Yellow?"

The old pig smiled: "Put your mother's fart, that's the shit that your master and I pulled, after pulling it, learn to wipe it with paper, what sunset is not sunset..."

The pig tugged at the corners of his mouth and threw away the painting boat beauty Jiangnan painting.

City A, the sun is setting.

Butcher Li Er is busy with a day's work, and today he killed three big pigs, it was really hard work, damn it, it is really hard to earn hard work, I must not let my Niuniu work, let her study hard, take the university entrance examination, and do the office in the future, without being as tired as me....

For the people at the bottom, children are often hope, and their joys, sorrows, and sorrows are the only directional needles they can not lose their way in this materialistic world.

Walking through a faint stream, Li Er picked up a white jasmine flower.

Niuniu felt very sorry for his father, she knew that it was not easy for her father to make money, when she watched her pillar with a small jasmine flower appear in front of her, she smiled and jumped to meet her father.

The smiling face of a child is undoubtedly the most touching thing in this world, and there is no one.

Daddy hugs Niu Niu around his chest.

Niuniu is still a child, and she still speaks: "Dad, you come back, Niuniu misses you so much!"

Li Er smiled brightly, Dad misses you too.

Li Er took Niuniu's hand and walked to the door, the sunset was warm.