With a flick of his fingers, the phantom is faster than a pair of eyes, the qin god invites the music emperor to compose the world, the music emperor looks back, the qin god plays vaguely has the heart of all things free, and the song fluctuates to the place where the universe is intended, "Who made this?" The music emperor asked, the qin god replied, "Taishang forgets the love month", "Forget the love month?" should be the one who is in love and forgets the world, well, no wonder that only the most affectionate and sexual can meet the heart of the universe, but you lack a flower.

The blind spot is ambushed in one point of the existence of zài, see this point, but can only see, or plunge into it, the god of thought is not clear, so, the more God goes, there is no words, because God is one of the ultimate literal representatives of people, the Taoist god on the side smiled and said interesting, this is the joy of discovering thought, that point should not be called a blind spot, it is a point that seems to sink, the thought you do not sink who sinks? Whether it is warm or tragic around the master, open the heart!

The shadow of the body is wonderful, and the slender posture at the bottom of the shadow can't be seen, the god of song is obsessed with looking forward to the triumphant return of the demon head, but the demon head has become a prajna, if he is at ease, the demon head forgets the god of song flower, the god of song flower is unwilling to sing, the god of music finally found the lack of a flower that the emperor of music said, the god of song flower, the god of song flower heart is like ashes, ignore the god of the qin, the god of the qin lost his soul and left, with a feeling of great disappointment, walked back to the original world, and realized an empty flower.

This is not a love letter to the clouds, not a whimsical love letter, not a love letter from the overlord and the king of philosophy, not a love letter from the devil, not a love letter from the earthshake, not a love letter from poetry, not a love letter from a lonely love letter, not a love letter from the boring god of the night, not a majestic love letter, not a fantasy love letter, not a moving love letter, not a love letter from the world, not a romantic love letter, not a love letter from literature and philosophy, not a love letter from the galaxy, a love letter from the universe, this is a love letter from silent music, Luo Xiaoyuntu.

My favorite writer Huang Yi, voice Wang Yunhuan, the content of the conversation is Li Jizhu, the prose is Hu Qingfang, the character in the pen is Chuanying, the book is the broken void, the philosopher Zhuangzi, the poet Li Bai, the female lyricist Li Qingzhao, the male lyricist Su Xuan, the male song Jay Chou, the female song Chen Xiaojuan, singing Ye Li, the book I admire is the journey of Piaomiao, the author is Jin Yong, the thinker is Socrates, my favorite character is the King of Freedom, like mine is the emperor of music, photographer Luo Xiaoyun.

Happy Weekends! (To be continued......)