Niu Gensheng sleepwalked to the Oriental Pearl Tower of Shenzhou, looked at the Huangpu River, and said: "God, you hate so much, heaven and earth can be learned, the sun and the moon have no light! Why are you so ruthless to want Lingnan ghosts to be poor? If a person is stupid and poor, he is willing? But he is not stupid, he just can't manage money, spends money lavishly, and if he doesn't plan to spend money, he will be a poor ghost! Oh my God! Why doesn't he have a windfall! God has a pair of heavenly eyes and will never give Lingnan ghosts a wealth to be rich! Fuck your fucking ancestors for eighteen generations, what reason do I have to be poor! Now I finally believe in fate! Dafu lives and dies in heaven!"

destiny

Can you be blindfolded

Not to be sad

Can you take off your mask?

It can also be ruthless

If not to meet you

I can't believe it

There is a certain thing about life

Be sure to love it

Love can know each other

Depend on each other

but resigned to fate

Love can be heartfelt

Thrilling

But it is difficult to resist the fate of meteors

I belong to your destiny

Not part of my destiny

Don't die, don't be sober

And dreams can hold you tightly

Love to write my poems

I can't count my fate

You gave me my life

I'll pay you back in the next life

If you can follow it

Who wants to go their own way

If you can turn into ants

I'm willing to get closer to zero

It's you

Obviously not giving up

Life is a riddle

Suspense because of you

Initial single-mindedness

firmly believe

Can't live without you

The last thing is a last resort

In spite of oneself

When things change and the stars shift

What is the night?

I belong to your destiny

Not part of my destiny

Don't die, don't be sober

And dreams can hold you tightly

Love to write my poems

I can't count my fate

You gave me my life

I'll pay you back in the next life

I belong to your destiny

Not part of my destiny

Don't die, never give up

Running quietly in the storm

Love to write my poems

I can't count my fate

You borrow my life

Give back heaven and earth to you

Luck won't beckon

I'm going to work hard

There is no limit to the effort

If you fail, start over

Reality deception is not worried

I'm going to fight it

Hold your chest high against fate

Clench my fist hard

Success doesn't plummet

The cheers don't want to be in vain

Be able to work hard

Ask for the ability to work hard

I want to be a good drummer

Like a small lonely boat in the angry sea

Cold rain and bleak winds continued

I want that pain to be turned into strength

Silently endured tears upstream

Niu Gensheng found that everything in this world is good, but he is fucking short of money, just like himself, his own master; Lingnan ghosts are also fucking short of money! Money, money Earth, you are in vain? He is more wronged than Dou E? The Three Realms, Heaven and Hell are all crying! The sun and the moon are all sorrowful in the world! This Shenzhou is the saddest country! Even the real literary masters are so poor that they are ashamed of themselves? No wonder there is only one Cao Xueqin in Shenzhou China in the past few hundred years! The Lingnan ghost is the only contemporary great writer in Shenzhou China who can surpass Cao Xueqin's literary master! Now Su Dongpo sighed and said: "Mo Yan is not enough for one-tenth of the Lingnan ghost talent! He won the Nobel Prize in Literature! But the Lingnan ghost talent knows more about Chinese culture than the wandering master! But the economy is poorer than that of African refugees! Woohoo lament! The collective sorrow of the literary circles in Shenzhou! Qu Yuan, Li Bai, and Cao Zhi all cried out one after another for the Lingnan ghosts! Gu Long and Jin Yong both cried! It is difficult for Shenzhou to produce literary masters! The silkworm potatoes and the world's tyrants both cried and their eyes were red-eyed! He said: "The Lingnan ghosts are the unlucky literati on the earth! The ghosts of Bijia Island are more literary than Cao Zhi, but Wu Dalang, the most repressed talent in the country of Shenzhou, has opened a shop, and taught his children and grandchildren not to engage in literature! Literature is the most unprofitable profession in the world? Your writing has hand cramps, and no one necessarily recognizes you? Your literary talent is better than Su Dongpo, and no one necessarily appreciates you? This is the collective sorrow of the literary circles! There will never be a reasonable literary platform in the world, but you! This is the literary world that is more cruel than Spanish bullfighting, and the world is as black as a crow! It's not fair at all! Guo Jingming's elementary school level is as popular as China! Han Han's junior high school level is as successful and famous! Mo Yan's junior college level is as famous as the world! This is a literary perverted society! The real literary master Jia Pingwa and the Lingnan ghost lack talent and are unknown! Yu Qiuyu and Jin Yong and Cao Xueqin have a certain literary brilliance! None of the other writers have entered the eyes of Lingnan ghosts! Some people have invested in Lingnan ghosts to publish books and make movies into movies that surpass Liu Cixin's "The Wandering Earth" by 100 percent! Liu Cixin's novel "The Three-Body Problem" is a bird! Which onion is he! Lingnan ghosts are ten times better than him! Literary talents are 100 times better! Hahaha Huang Zhan all laughed in the sea, and the literary waves drowned the authors of "One Hundred Years of Solitude" Marcus and Jiang Lang!