The wind is urgent, and the window is difficult to hide, and the lonely goose flies south.

The waning moon is worn at night, and the white dew is rolled by the east wind.

One person with a list of tears, three glasses and two wine cups,

There are a lot of thoughts in the dream, waiting for the dry sea to rot.

I am lonely under the song, and the shadow of the wall is lonely.

Dongyi Shanshan, three years of sea fields.

Who shares the hardships and looks back at the cold.

Thinking about the old talk, a hundred zhang Xuan Bing Stream.

The frost reappears in the night, and the wind and clouds have not changed,

Yesterday's pen is thousand, tomorrow is sad.

Looking at Jiang Tian bleakly, how can I be sad in the year after tomorrow,

When is it difficult to climb with a smile on your face?

The world is infinite, and the broken dome is not broken,

The sky fell into the world, and Wan Teng buried the bone mountain.

Hundreds of millions of people cross the shallow pond, and the peaks and mountains are reckless.

The dive is eighteen plates, and the blood is bitter.

Whoever endows the night with a whirlwind, unless the heart is strong,

Qi Kuo talked about the old feast, but did not hear the present fingers.

The backs are far away, but the people are gone.

Twilight on the side of the white clouds, along the song of the Xiaoxiang boat.

Returning to the shore of Ming Lake, the spring river water is smokeless,

I don't know if sooner or later, this meaning is dustless.

Also to say sorry, sick, a little heavy, tiredness is not a reason.

Qiankun a draft, in fact, wrote 1.3 million words, always thought that 500,000 words could be used later, in the end I was afraid of sorry readers, according to it to sign the outline, but a word is really useless, the original manuscript retained. The reason is ridiculous, when I read the first draft, I don't say negative, the tone in many places, the descriptive language and the original shape of the characters are too much like Feng Lingda, it's really not ironic, the evil king and arrogance are also seen, and they really sweep it once. It's really ruthless.,I didn't publish until I rewrote it.。

Poetry, is writing a book at a point, seeing and hearing the emotion, tonight's work reasons, and was pulled out to talk to customers about various things, when I came back to sleep, I was worried about not going, but I couldn't code, my eyes were very astringent, and I could write something.

It's okay to read it or not, all kinds of books of small gods and big gods, as a reader, if you read them, can you take a minute?

I've been ironclad lately that I can't keep up with the code words, and I'm afraid that the diligence on the head of the Qiankun writing will have to be picked, because I sleep during this time, and I have insomnia because of my neck pain every night, and I went to the hospital for a checkup, judging from the doctor's words, it is very strict, and it is indeed strict.

For three years, I sat at the desk during the day, coded words at night, and went to see my mother and father on weekends and Sundays. The body can't bear it. In the future, I will exercise according to the doctor's instructions, insist on one chapter a day, or two more chapters when I am not busy with work.

Thank you, the power of the deafening, the world is so miserable, if you don't have this buddy, I'm afraid there will be no recommendation votes for a week. Thank you also for the seven or eight buddies before the subscription, it is you who have resisted the passion of the uncle who has been working hard at night, don't thank you, thank you sincerely! (To be continued......)