I like to ride a bicycle and drive in a place where there are no people, once I drove up the mountain, the ramp is very shaky, it seems that it is not a place where the car can drive, the road is very small, I drive to no road, it is all trees, get off the car to see, the back of the tree is a cliff, and under the cliff is a sea. Later, I didn't drive, there were a lot of people and cars, anyway, I could ride, there was a detour, I rode too fast, I flew out, I fell off the cliff, and under the cliff was a stream and a pile of stones. The story is written in "The Book of Forgotten Demons", and self-foolishness is nothing more than that.

Her endless eloquence, like the arrogance of Ye Zen, I glanced at it, lowered my head and continued to read my "Journey of Piao", and she asked me why I didn't speak. I laughed, what you are saying, I have no quarrel with the world, and I have long looked down on the meaning of people's existence. Are you ready? Drama world trip, the joy of autumn, playing the past and present, here and there, there is no road, on the avenue, only yourself. The music emperor Tianjiaolong, who stood lightly, turned around and ushered in the wild moon.

The fragrance of summer flowers for thousands of miles at night, some people like to go to Tibet and other places like a pilgrimage. Some people like to drink to show their boldness, some people show off their business wisdom and seem to be very crooked and ignorant and complacent, and some juicy little things are regarded as the general trend of the world, such as the popular standard, such as the taste of food. Luo Xiaoyun, the cosmicist, forgot that there is a way in China, forgot that the wrong person wrote history, forgot the short-lived sandalwood, forgot the wind and rain, forgot the poems in the world, and forgot the rhyme.

In front of the gate of the Heavenly City, on the snow-white banner that was ten thousand feet high and facing the howling wind, there was a very wild cursive word "Destiny Madness", and on the blood-red banner on the other side of the opposite, it was written in red "You dare"!

The solemn and glorious hanging wine hall, the evening breeze blowing in the rivers and lakes, the elegy is only for the frustrated spring rain, how are you? So redundant, you have a very bad life, so the heart is distressed and sullen, the saturated soul reveals the ripples of a lifetime, the people on the water have no prairie, the sweat desert has walked out of the spiritual world, galloping freely, escaping the life of cultivation, alas! Weekend, the last day of July, the time without medicine and the unpredictable ordinary and unbearable, looking up to salvation, looking for a confidant.

When the goddess of happiness is forgotten by me, sometimes she treats herself very harshly, causing herself to die, saving herself by hand, greedy for hedonism, greedy for invincible knowledge, greedy for the world, greedy for the world, greedy for people like demons, harming yourself and saving yourself, just as you will cry and rejoice, and laziness is like a dead grave, and dry ash is better than extreme evildoers, but please tell me that I am not evil in love. (To be continued......)