Saying.

Life is like a pot of turbid wine.

Someone will drink and drink, and the glass will not stop.

Push the cup to change the lamp and be heroic, look up to the sky and laugh and go out.

Someone is flowing water, Tao Yingjie.

Success or failure turns empty, and the joy of turbid wine accompanies the rest of your life.

After all, laugh at the rivers and lakes.

Drink for the rest of your life.

The storyteller really has no words to write.

I don't know where to turn over the cabinets, and I don't know which old words were written in which year, the word water.

Cough~

In other words, the fog is recruiting whoever is messing with whom day by day.

It's uneasy to bask in the sun all day, how can there be so much trouble.

The supernatural fog was terrifying, and as soon as the turbidity in the body was vomited, a few more people were eaten.

I was sick to my stomach and speechless.

The world is still barren......

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