A retired Hong Kong math teacher came again, and he said that he saw the Cambridge Dictionary of Philosophy in a bookstore, and the price he thought was a bit expensive. He asked me how much I wanted to sell him, and I said whatever, I have been there for about ten years, and I haven't read it, the book is almost moldy, and the smell of book wood has changed from a damp smell.. The Chinese translation has more than 2.2 million words, more than 1,900 official entries, more than 3,000 reference entries, and has been translated and reviewed by more than 70 philosophy teachers from various universities and colleges. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Later he said that he would come back to buy it when he saved some money. I actually wanted to give it to him, but I only had NT$10 on me.

I didn't sleep yesterday and was very happy, I went to work in the center of Taipei with Hongyi in the morning, he looked at the machines and data downstairs, and I did the rough work up and down, happy but didn't sleep. will be tired.

Crowded in the car pile, the city is like a big stuffy pot, although the red sun is my favorite, but in Taipei, I can only shake my head, I fantasize that I am on a tropical island, the same coconut wind, the breath of the sea, the clear sky blue, it turns out that the past is easy to have is called beautiful, and the beautiful is very cruel, if it has not been beautiful, will there be no beautiful picture, especially once lived in the green rice fields, butterflies, dragonflies, ladybugs, the world of nature, goodbye in the next life.

I listened to Hongyi's frequent yawning in front of me, I said that the weather was so hot, he said it was okay, I said that fat has no effect on you, he suddenly turned to news events taken out of context, no wonder they won, win in manipulating the media, I said God, you have finally become wise, just like I once wrote a book on the Internet and was deleted more than 500,000 words, even I, a true hiding nobody, was manipulated. This does not refer to anyone, but only to those who can dominate the media and operate. Ha ha!

There are blue eyeballs in the eyes of the blonde girl, Wang Feng stares into her eyes, there is also a shy and shy emotion in her generous attitude, Wang Feng, who has no quarrel with the world, understands the principle, there is nothing he must know, he is extremely lazy, he just wants to quietly look at the sea, the sky, the universe, and the beauty, until he does not exist, this man who has no quarrel with the world, is the meaning of Wang Feng's two major existences.

"You are so lazy! Not only do you walk very slowly, but you seem to be patrolling the heavens and the earth, and you are careless and staring around, and you are too lazy to say the name of the Mother of Heaven in your own spoken language, but let others say it. Coffee is so delicious, Taiwan is one of the coffee kingdoms, and my hometown does not have so many flavors and fragrant coffee. The blond-haired girl looked at Wang Feng, who was swallowing clouds and spitting mist, and said.

"Those flowers hanging on the wall are quite interesting, you and the flowers are beautiful, aren't they?" Wang Feng said casually. "Are you complimenting me on my pretty?" said the blonde girl's playful eyes. From the Left Bank café, the song Rose said, "It's so catchy." The blond-haired girl looked at Wang Feng and said lazily. "The Japanese song is translated. Wang Feng said. Wang Feng thought of the skeleton elf.

He wrote that the real test is not a victory or defeat, but an inner victory or defeat, Wang Feng looked at the woman in the prime of life in front of him, obviously not an ordinary girl. The scene of all thoughts lingering for a long time, the Vision of God, cold, when a life being discovers the final contradiction of its own existence, it is vigorously embarrassing, the blonde girl follows Wang Feng like this, Wang Feng laughs and does not speak.

Walking in the long way, the warm heart bloomed in the love of the blonde girl, she knew that she had found the right person, the person in front of her was like a wise man, like an unswerving sprinkler, like the verdant and amiable nature on both sides, more like the clear and leisurely flow of the forest stream, the wind blew from the treetops, the blonde hair fluttered slightly, the blonde girl showed a sweet smile, Wang Feng glanced at it, the wind blew her hair, and she was the blonde hair in a smile.

All the characters in my book are real people, such as the blonde girl or the blonde woman, the blonde Grim Reaper, a reference to the girls I know in New Zealand and Russia.

The Legend of the Philosophers will not be on the shelves at the moment, and it can correct the old broken and nihilistic text of my whimsical tetralogy.