It is not an outsider to this article
What was written on the one hand has nothing to do with this article, and it is one of the brain holes for the next article.
Because I don't know if there is a next article.,Suddenly went up again for two days in a row, and I especially wanted to write a story about the next article The protagonist came back after leaving for many years.,I found that my fan sister wrote such a thing in the future.,And then I struggled for a long time from the back to the front sentence by sentence.,Prevent the brain from pumping or can't find it and forget it.。
Whether the next article can't open this or can't open it, it will be deleted.,Pure original.,It doesn't affect this article.,Take a little bit of the character I like very much.,If you don't like it, you can skip it.,If you have an opinion, you can put it forward.。
Dusi people
Cold-eyed and chaotic times, belittled the heroes, the dancing spoon will spit out the pearls, and the splendid literature is rare in the world. If people's hearts are uncovered, the situation is fixed, and they often laugh and say that the victory or defeat is determined early, and the temple is never empty.
Thousands of geniuses, only willing to hide their chests, Zhixue went up the mountain, leaving only a few Yunyan to fly to the southeast, northwest and northwest, just a few words, you can see the world in the palm of your hand;
Planting peach wine-making day is free, taming cranes to pick medicine, boiling in person, when smelling a place with a hanging pot, panacea, except for their own body has no medical treatment, all those who cure are infinitely useful;
Su Xi hugged his knees and looked up at the flowing clouds, refusing to bend his feet easily to enter the world, the sick body was difficult to sleep in the summer, and he still refused to rest on the good wine spring peach.
Yunyan has been sending the message for about three years, and he is willing to go out of the mountain to seek the king, embroidering a few peaches on his snow shirt, and a pot of wine on his waist.
In the past, there were letters to talk and laugh, but I only loved peach blossoms, and I was willing to get a peach blossom to bloom in spring, and I would like to live there for a long time and never travel again.
Smell the meaning of the mountain, happy to move the three armies, plant the peach blossoms for ten miles, the road is that there are peach blossoms ten miles today, the mountains are full of pink, and they must live for a long time and do not travel again.
The young man is different from the romance, and he has also had to throw fruit and car, and he has also led the side of the city, and his pen will be able to shock the world, and his words have shocked the princes.
Since the clouds are drunk and peachy, people are salty and called scholars, who can talk about the high talent, only sigh that they are sick and weak all year round, and it is difficult to find life in the end.
Write the letterhead all over, sweep away ten miles of falling English, flying pigeons bundle letters, laughing that the overall situation can be determined, falling into the altar, and saying that it is buried as elixir to drink.
Xie persuaded him to refuse the doctor, and the white clothes were still painted with peach blossoms, even though it was difficult to get up from the pain, he brushed his sleeves and broken medicine, and did not seek a long and peaceful sleep.
It's just that the plot has long been over, and it is willing to turn the world into fine wine, just wait for you, dare to call yourself innocent in this life, and the bone marrow is empty, so why stay in vain.
Waiting for the paper-turned fireflies, the silk is made of gray carbon, the pen is pulled out of the green bamboo and the old is old, and the cinnabar and green ink are all dry and silent.
A little Dan heart, full of blood marrow, the spring breeze peach blossoms ten miles, brewed into a jar of sour fermentation, called the prosperous world, called Taiping.
When the wine is made, there are no waves in the world, and when the wine is made, there is no winemaker, a prosperous world, the world can drink, drunk all over the red dust, but how to look around, the people have become empty.