Unconsciously, "Fragrant Tea Garden" has reached the day of its release.

This news is both happy and sad for Bijiang Xian.

What a blessing it is to be able to get the support of book lovers for the works that have been worked so hard to code.

Every collection, every click, every recommendation vote, every comment, is a silent encouragement from my book friends and supports me to keep writing.

As a newcomer, maybe the pen is not sophisticated enough, maybe the characters are not fresh enough, maybe the plot is not brilliant enough,

However, Bijiangxian has been working hard to tell this story better.

As a turtle sketcher, I sit in front of the computer for a long time every day to type out hundreds of words.

However, Bijiangxian will not give up, and must present this beautiful story to everyone completely!

There are thousands of thoughts in my heart, and I don't know where to start.

After thinking about it, I borrowed a poem by the famous poet Shu Ting and gave it to book friends.

Please continue to support "Xiangman Tea Garden" and support Bijiang Xian.

Bow and thank you!

"Hope" - Shu Ting

I hope that she, like me,

There was blood in his chest and a wound in his heart.

Don't spend anything on the full moon,

Don't make the flute short and long.

Be poor, poor as tea,

A wisp of fragrance in the bitterness.

Be proud, proud like an orchid,

Hang high on the face of autumn frost.

We dare to be in the night,

Wandering in the white cemetery.

To listen to the pelican's miserable laughter,

Chase the ethereal fluorescence.

We dare to be in the forest all the same.

Lay a stake on the road ahead.

The ape stretches out his arm on a dead branch,

Don't be afraid of snakes spitting green in the stone bushes.

We, like us, dare to follow the whale,

Paddle a babbling boat,

To explore that distant harbor,

Let the wind be like a death knell, and the fog like a flying net.

We, like us, dare to be in the mire,

Plant a pine nut and make it into a beam.

We are the same, we dare to hold up the sunrise,

Step on the flowers and go to death!

Although, I'm just a sesame seed,

The wind blew away from the homeland of the path.

Far from the lark's gentle singing,

Far from the enchanting fragrance of roses.

I firmly believe that there is another sesame seed,

Lying on the stormy earth.

Although we don't know each other, but we are ultimately optimistic,

Because we are holding the same sun on top.

And so, among the stars that cover the sky,

Look for that glimmer of light.

And so, in the sun-covered forest,

to identify the blurred leaf palm......