I received a confusing notice today, that is, after 12 o'clock at noon tomorrow, this book will be opened on the shelves.

Confused! Confused! Confused! I have to say what I want to say three times, how can I forget.

It's really confusing!

Although I have had the experience of forcibly putting it on the shelf, in fact, it is quite cool to forcibly throw Dianniang to the ground and ravage it at will, but this time it is the other way around.

I was forcibly thrown to the ground by Dianniang, and I was going to be ravaged!

I don't know what the grades will be, everything depends on you book friends, anyway, I saw too many grades similar to mine, and finally hit the streets.

I've been beaten enough.

Well, a poem I saw in the group is good, let's call it a poem, and share it with you!

Walking on the path that hits the street,

The salted fish returning at dusk is my companion.

Twenty are bound with a thousand collections,

The introduction of garbage is the clothes of the pages.

Dismal subscription to Waterloo's tipping,

I sang and hit the streets, and I didn't regret it.

The increasingly crooked spine,

The sleeplessness of tossing and turning.

The anxiety of worrying and sickness,

The super smuggling system is on the shelves for subscriptions.

At last! Tomorrow after noon on the shelves, once again ask for subscriptions!!

Long nights, no sleep!

Be with me!!