One

Jiang Nanchun: "Let's take a look at the current affairs of the country. The screenshot was given to her.

Wang Zhihong: "No matter who goes up, we still have the same." ”

Jiang Nanchun: "You are really, it's none of your business, hang high." Not good! ”

Two

Jiang Nanchun: "? ”

Wang Zhihong: "Okay! ”

Jiang Nanchun: "Hello, what are you busy with?" ”

Wang Zhihong: "I'm chatting!" ”

Jiang Nanchun: "Oh, with whom?" ”

Wang Zhihong: "Author, friend, I'll write something today, if I don't want to write, just chat, look at the text." ”

Jiang Nanchun: "Hehe! "I posted an OK emoji.

Three

Jiang Nanchun made a handshake emoji.

Wang Zhihong: "Okay? ”

Jiang Nanchun: "What are you busy with?" If you want to combine work and rest, writing is just a pastime, and you can write when you have time, so why take it so seriously? Wang Zhihong: "You're busy, I'm empty!" ”

Jiang Nanchun: "You should find some way to make money." ”

Wang Zhihong: "Yes. ”

Jiang Nanchun: "After all, writing can't make money, and it's a chore. ”

Wang Zhihong: "Well, I can write casually if I have nothing to do at home." ”

Jiang Nanchun: "Osmanthus Love" (Updated on: 2012-09-0912:54)

The time of August,

On every ageless ring,

Engraved with beautiful writing;

Cool and refreshing,

It's a cycle of three hundred and sixty-five days,

I pin my dreams on this season of the year.

Osmanthus by the West Lake,

It exudes a refreshing fragrance;

This is the beautiful fragrance and emotion of eighteen years ago,

Just like in front of you.

That was when I was in college.

It was also when I was in love;

The first emotion is like the tide of the Qianjiang River,

The love is like the autumn waves of the West Lake.

I revel in the world of two,

It is also allowed in the season of lingering autumn rain;

The drizzle moistened my heart,

Passion is like the tide of the Qiantang River,

Impacting the shore of the sea of hearts.

Beautiful night,

Flickering with the flame of love.

Street lamps on the shore of the West Lake,

Bright all night.

A couple hugging on the Su Causeway,

It became a beautiful scenery for this night.

Prince Bay Park is like Prince sleeping,

The dimness of the Southern Song Dynasty,

The addiction of the king,

The singer doesn't know that the era of hatred of the country is gone.

The West Lake is charming,

It's also fascinating;

Long sleepless nights,

Waiting for the night of love,

Just for that beautiful sweetness.

Love is like honey,

Enjoy the fragrance of osmanthus in August.

The heart is surging,

Surging in the season of osmanthus blooming,

surging on both sides of the Qianjiang River,

Like a tidal wave rushing to the embankment.

Beautiful dreams in the spring"

Wang Zhihong: "Yes, I wrote it." ”

Jiang Nanchun: "Well, it was written by my friend Babaishanren. ”

Four

Wang Zhihong: "Hello! ”

Jiang Nanchun: "The editor has a letter!" ”

Wang Zhihong: "Send it to me." ”

Jiang Nanchun: "Editor: Yesterday, I talked to a few editors of the website about your writings, hehe, everyone's reputation is very good.

Nanchun: Any good suggestions?

Edit: Hehe, the biggest feature of your novel is the characterization, flesh and blood.

Nanchun: I don't think anyone cares, so I'm not interested in writing.

Edit: Very good, faint. I follow your writings every day, how can I say that? Very well written!

Nanchun: "Since that's the case, I'll continue to write." ”

Edit: Dizzy, I have a pimple in my heart, why don't you look for me? Didn't I say it, if you have any questions, just look for me. Nanchun: Okay, thank you!

Editor: I discussed with the editor-in-chief and decided to sign up with you for another book, do you have any other works, I'm very excited now! The editor-in-chief spoke highly of your work and pointed out your future direction.

Nanchun: Tell me about it.

Edit: You need to put a little effort into your mental processing.

Nanchun: Okay.

Edit: You're doing a little bit of a good job.

Nanchun: Oh, thanks for the pointer.

Editor: Moreover, your romantic attainments are beyond the reach of many authors, these are your advantages, you must carry them forward, remember!

Nanchun: OK!

Editor: "Send me your other works to read, the first three chapters."

Nanchun: I don't have a manuscript in my hand, only a 20,000-word book of "Life and Death" published by QD.

Edit: Show me the link. ”

Wang Zhihong: "Okay, it's a real honor to attach so much importance to your work!" ”

Jiang Nanchun: "But I don't have that much time to write!" ”

Wang Zhihong: "Take your time! ”

Jiang Nanchun: "Thank you for your encouragement!" ”

Five

Jiang Nanchun sent her a screenshot.

Wang Zhihong: "What's wrong?" ”

Jiang Nanchun: "How is this: '[Auto reply] Hello, I am not present now, and I will contact you later." No more reminders. 'Can you delete this?' ”

Wang Zhihong: "What? ”

Jiang Nanchun: "Hello to your [automatic reply] above, I am absent now, and I will contact you later." No more reminders. ”

Wang Zhihong: "You probably default to your expression, right?" ”

Jiang Nanchun: "Deleted it, it's uncomfortable." ”

Wang Zhihong: "Is the book still being written?" In your own settings you look under. ”

Jiang Nanchun: "Sometimes I write. Your top has nothing to do with me here. See, it's you. ”

Wang Zhihong: "Oh, there are general, why do you have my name?" ”

Jiang Nanchun: "Delete it, it's yours, I copied it to it, and I want you to set it again." "Screenshot," it's all yours. ”

Wang Zhihong: "Can't find it?" ”

Jiang Nanchun screenshot: "Find it on this, click." ”

Wang Zhihong: "That's not it, right?" ”

Jiang Nanchun looked at the picture: "Then delete it on this, click Delete." And then, "yes, not now, it's normal." ”

Wang Zhihong: "What happened to the last investment you made?" ”

Jiang Nanchun: "I lost 180,000." ”

Wang Zhihong: "So powerful? ”

Jiang Nanchun: "I don't do it now." ”

Wang Zhihong: "Are you still kept?" ”

Jiang Nanchun: "I feel distressed. There are no more funds. ”

Wang Zhihong: "At first, I didn't understand it, and I couldn't invest too much. ”

Jiang Nanchun: "Yes. ”

Wang Zhihong: "What you are doing is a futures index or something, those people's words, you can't believe it." ”

Jiang Nanchun: "Yes, I was fooled, those people can't listen to what they say." They can only make you make a small amount of money, lose a lot of money, and end up all together. ”

Wang Zhihong: "Well, you still have to do what you are sure of, what is the score of your book?" Is it on the shelves? ”

Jiang Nanchun: "I haven't written these days, and I often break the update, and it's not good to put it on the shelf." ”

Wang Zhihong: "You can write it well and send it again in the future." ”

Jiang Nanchun: "The editor always urges me, yes." ”

Wang Zhihong: "I have already written 360,000 words. ”

Jiang Nanchun made a tree thumbs up emoji.

Six

Jiang Nanchun: "Send two poems to you!"

The Illusion of Love

Your feelings are as hot as fire,

Burned my closed world,

My frozen heart is dissolved by you,

When I heat up,

The flame in your heart is extinguished,

I suspect it's a conspiracy of love,

hurt in the rainy season,

Changeable people are like changeable days,

After every rain,

will not gain anything,

For thou hast extinguished the flame which thou hast kindled with thy hands,

Dilute love in every moment.

Telepathy will not come again,

Because that inexplicable sorrow is still deep.

"Miss You Every Night"

Wake up in a dream every night

The first person that comes to mind is you

You didn't just break into my dreams

You have also walked into my wonderful life

Thoughts of you

I couldn't help myself

Love you

Like rain in a blue dream

It nourishes my heart for you

May every night be lovesick

Turned into clouds in the sky

Drift into the dream of loving you

Before you wake up

Your ears

shout

I love you with a thousand voices......"

Wang Zhihong: "What, you wrote it?" ”

Jiang Nanchun: "How do you feel?" The poem "Snowy Night" by the Eight Hundred Mountain People. ”

Wang Zhihong: "Oh, it's not bad! ”

Jiang Nanchun: "Can you be wrong?" Otherwise, he wouldn't be called a poet. He has been writing poetry for 30 years, both in school and in the army. Writing novels has been his business in recent years, and he has always been known for writing poetry. ”

Seven

Jiang Nanchun: "Poetry is poetry, it's cool to watch!"

"Feelings of the Past"

The feeling of first love is beautiful,

The feeling of the first kiss is very sweet,

You are a saint who has come to me,

Into my heart,

Changed my life,

Changed my world.

In the season of sunshine,

That vigorous feeling,

mushrooms have sprung up,

Like an unstoppable torrent,

In each other's hearts,

left a deep mark,

Unforgettable.

There is no commitment to each other,

But they knew each other,

Promises without commitments,

But it has become an unforgettable past,

A lifetime of loss,

Love is so heartbreaking.

Countless sleepless nights,

I used to miss you.

Heartache days,

Think about the past,

A beautiful old day,

It's a comfort.

Living in the illusion of the past,

Living the dreams of this life,

The past moves forward with the flowing years,

In your life,

has become a symbol that never disappears,

There is a little pain,

It's a bit sweet. ”

Wang Zhihong: "Good meat!" ”

Jiang Nanchun: "Hehe, the flesh is numb, that's how I feel!" ”

Wang Zhihong: "My article is already 400,000, go and support it!" ”

Jiang Nanchun: "Okay. ”

Eight

Jiang Nanchun: "Writing is a means of life for some writers, in order to welcome collaborators and get a steady stream of remuneration, they have to write something that they are reluctant to write, dig out their minds, and do everything they can. ”

Wang Zhihong: "A product of the times." I received a 100 tip that day, but I couldn't get it! ”

Jiang Nanchun: "Hehe, won't it?" ”

Wang Zhihong: "Because it's less than 200, QD's." ”

Jiang Nanchun: "Oh, yes. ”

Wang Zhihong: "Do you want to go back and post it?" ”

Jiang Nanchun: "Think about it yourself." ”

Nine

Wang Zhihong: "Okay, what are you doing?" You've sent a new article, and you've given a ticket! ”

Jiang Nanchun: "Hello, no. ”

Wang Zhihong: "I have time to add my book group." The number is 25****363. ”

Jiang Nanchun: "Oh. ”

Ten

Jiang Nanchun: "The poems of the Eight Hundred Mountain People are very good, I often go to open them and read them!"

"Woman Crying in the Midnight"

In the era of super-fast networking,

Let men and women tell each other the truth on QQ.

The never-receding trend of part-time work,

The bitter days of being single,

Let their lonely feelings release,

Released every night,

Or in the middle of the night.

Cheating between a man and a woman,

It's because of the desire in the body,

Feverish burning.

Social phenomena change everything,

Men and women always want to get out of the circle of loneliness.

They would rather choose a ferocious wolf,

And not choose the gentle sheep.

They need stimulation,

intense stimulation,

so that they get a more powerful pleasure.

The way of the world is constantly changing,

Human nature is constantly changing.

The cry of a woman,

No longer for the embarrassment of life,

It's the lack of emotion,

A night without a man,

Loneliness waking up in the middle of the night.

A woman's dream,

It is to want to have the love of a man.

In this age of money worship and the pursuit of pleasure,

The relationship between husband and wife has become absurd.

The man is hunting,

The woman is cheating.

To satisfy that wretched lust,

Morality has lost its balance;

Love is no longer the patent,

It has become a hodgepodge of life's feast.

Beautiful woman weeps in the middle of the night,

It is the desire for love in loneliness. ”

Wang Zhihong: "Can you stop this sensational, I will feel it when I see it, and my body has a sense of touch." ”

Jiang Nanchun: "Are you writing?" You can write with peace of mind! Don't bother! ”

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