Notice of Temporary Suspension of Updates:

I'm sorry, everyone.|For every two people who watch romance, there is an account registered on the Xiao° Say ° network.

Since Sunshine has no new ideas for the novel "Rebirth", and Sunshine is going to take the final exam around mid-June, I'm sorry to tell you here that Sunshine can't change the text in the recent period.

However, Sunshine said when it opened the pit that it would not abandon the text, including now, but only temporarily, just temporarily.

Of course, Sunshine has invited Sunshine's best friend Melandha to come, hoping to let her write an article with Sunshine's number, and accompany everyone during Sunshine's absence, hoping that everyone will not feel lonely.

Without further ado, let melantha give you an introduction. [Applause welcomes] -

Hello everyone, I'm Sunshine's best friend Melantha, you can call me whatever you want. During this time when Sunshine is away, I will accompany everyone, and it will be the same type of essay that Sunshine told me about her brother Luo Yu and good friend Bungean, which is a revenge article, and I hope you will give me more advice.

Melantha likes Shao Si Ming and Yinlin's songs, which are all recommended by Sunshine to this baby-

I'm sorry everyone, Sunshine needs to leave Xiaoyue for a while, but it will definitely be done in about 1 month.

The following lyrics make up the word count.

Cause business turns

Sixia, Hetu-

The wind wrinkled the Jiangnan scholars holding the pen and painting the fan

The sky is pale and gradually dyes through the green shirt

The paper kite is intended to be made of a colorful luan, and the line is broken off her paper umbrella

A petal of ripples

Do not distinguish the twilight, heavy mountains, clouds, flowers and trees, and enjoy each other

The southeast of the spring plucks water to play the harp

Qingyin is tired and lazy, and the lazy guest only says that it has not been returned

Wake up and drop the placket of the flowers

Thinking of the first time I saw the snow, I was shocked

Plum blossoms are similar and scattered in an instant

The wind is mighty, but how can it be

How to convey the word

The ten-mile long street is separated by flowers and see swings

The nine-fold corridor rubbed shoulders and was nowhere to be found

Eight voices of Ganzhou singing Yizhu jade mountains and wilderness

Intention to move the pen to give long sentences and seven words

On the 61st Pavilion, the nostalgic cooking spring floats new leaves

Three or five palms are full of lanterns, and each eyebrow is full of eyes

The moon on the twenty-four bridges is not as good as this season

The light rain Xiaoqiao swallow will miss the old nest for another year

How the Tao is Jiangnan scholars pen fan

The scenery is good, why should you miss Chang'an

The lake stone base is not like her eyebrows

Skirt of the moss

Danqing stacked a few cases, and it was getting late

Now the spring and autumn have turned several times

The smoke is long and accompanied by a chess table, and the magpie steps on the bright moon branch

Raise a glass and laugh and have fun

Thinking of the first time I saw the snow, I was shocked

Plum blossoms are similar and scattered in an instant

The wind is mighty, but how can it be

How to convey the word

The one-color wind curtain and green curtain do not cover the floating eyes

Shake off the clothes on the wind and spend money on two or three purchases

Look around at the cranes on the clouds and look at the smoke in the world

The plum blossoms painted in the five more clothes are shallow

The six arts are passed down and the seven strings are moving

Eight directions traverse the scenery of Kyushu Duo Qibori

The only one who misses each other for half a life lives up to it

The light rain small bridge swallow is still in the old nest and goes to another year

The ten-mile long street is separated by flowers and see swings

The nine-fold corridor rubbed shoulders and was nowhere to be found

Eight voices of Ganzhou singing Yizhu jade mountains and wilderness

Intention to move the pen to give long sentences and seven words

On the 61st Pavilion, the nostalgic cooking spring floats new leaves

Three or five palms are full of lanterns, and each eyebrow is full of eyes

The moon on the twenty-four bridges is not as good as this season

The light rain Xiaoqiao swallow will miss the old nest for another year-

It's not enough to lie down, so sunshine has another song.

Song title: Ferry

Singer: Shao Si Ming

Lyrics: Luo Yan Zhiqiu Composer: Shao Si Ming

The west wind blows at night, and the horses on the ancient road are thin

Moonlight slept lazily in the attic

The sound of breaking the hung provoked melancholy and dismantled into the autumn of the heart

The sycamore leaves floated past and smashed into my eyes

Red tears down Pepsi who put a cup of nostalgia

I slowly walked back to the past

Pick up the encounter of that year through time

The yellow flowers outside the fence can no longer bloom gently

Ferry Hongchen, whose hand did you hold?

And I'll take a scoop just for you to be thin

Whose head was white on the side of the ancient road

The rolling years in the sky were wrinkled by the wind

Ferry Hongchen, whose hand did you hold?

And I spent years looking at the spring and autumn to lose weight

The thousand-year-old temple is the sound of the wooden fish

Broken tears fell all over the sleeves of his shirt

Who is drifting at the end of the world

A few fireworks stood behind me

Outside the inn, lanterns are in full bloom and waiting

I'll cut the candles and windowsills for you and wait for the night

Sanskrit sounds are simmering, and several volumes of scriptures are held in hand

The green lantern ancient Buddha and I can't see through it

Playing the new song, pour another cup to relieve a thousand sorrows

But he played the sadness one after another

Ferry Hongchen, whose hand did you hold?

And I'll take a scoop just for you to be thin

Whose head was white on the side of the ancient road

The rolling years in the sky were wrinkled by the wind

Ferry Hongchen, whose hand did you hold?

The story gradually weathered and grew old

Thoughts lie at the intersection of bluestone slabs

I walked slowly but didn't dare to look back

theend~