Autumn moon night thoughts

autumn

Clear your sorrows

Look at the silver hook

Go up to the West Building alone

The shadow of the flowers on the fence is thin

The long river flows to the sky

Pick the piano and sing the night and play the fingers softly

The red dust is faintly remembered

Gyokuro and leisurely travel

It's hard to look back

Nothing

Stay

autumn

Text: Xu Liying "Colleague"

Since the brow began to accept the sorrow of the autumn wind, my world has returned to my heart, some of the rivers and mountains have changed, and some time and space have changed, the king of Xiaoyao said to Piaoyi. No wonder you originally liked the green of the mountain of benevolence, but it was replaced by the blooming blue of the sea, the wisdom of the wise is also quite ironic, the sky is too big in the world, not enough to take, the vast idealism is one, my friend, you have changed, and said to the king. The fading King of Freedom passed away with the Emperor Yin.

Love the beauty and love the trip: the taste of Wuzhen. I have walked on bridges in many places, seen clouds many times, drunk many kinds of wine, and yet I have loved only one man of the right age.

That time I passed by in a hurry, ignorant, Wuzhen is beginning to make a tourist advertisement, at that time it seems to be my first time to China, the motherland description is also correct, in fact, I should go to Fujian and the Central Plains to see, the ancestral tree is written like this, but I read the history has been a long time, plus busy reading ancient and modern Chinese and foreign thinkers are talking nonsense, ha, of course, when I was young, I was reading the book of the day, and after understanding, I stepped on the ground, of course not, it was to see further.

Of course I like Luo Xiaoyun, Tianma readers know, what I don't know is that Luo Xiaoyun rarely talks to me, I just figure out her words to write novels, readers know that I don't need readers, what I need is freedom, I'm not free and uncomfortable, so I write, it's good to call it lyrical, and it's hard to hear it, it's called spitting, I envy and admire people who can survive by writing books, I can't, but I like to write and write nonsense, just like I can't make money by singing and making music, but I'm the first.

More and more people call me dragons, better than the ones who called me the moon in the past, once, I thought that it was very proud to be invincible in the world of video games with one hand, I was wrong, I was wrong at the beginning, my personality is not suitable for the first, because it will waste a lot of life, life is too short, breaking the mind is my goal, how can I waste time on the first master of the martial arts alliance in the world, and the people who fight for the world or the eternal world cannot be short-sighted, so I was wrong.

Ten thousand years is too long, seize the day, this kind of people are superficial, especially those who are engaged in politics, for politics is to be a long-term happy government, no wonder corrupt officials have been, there is no heroic spirit, how to have a righteous spirit, full of dog slave gas is not good, so when you encounter a ban on words and forbidden books, you are afraid, if it is a righteous word, why be afraid? If it is a true article, why be afraid? Most of the people who write books on the Internet do not understand the persistence of chasing their dreams, because they think that they believe in themselves only if others recognize them. (To be continued......)