Because of work, these days are in a hurry. Even if I had some time, I couldn't remember to write down a single chapter, even a word, of the so-called novel.

I'm sorry to explain it here. Lying on the couch, I listened to "500Miles" many times, with my eyes closed, and what I remembered in my head

"Ideals, Poetry, Distance". When I opened my eyes, I saw them all

"Reality, money, shit". I want to write about martial arts, about rivers and lakes. But the rivers and lakes in my mind were so idealized before, the big one was for the country and the people, benevolent and righteous, and the small one was happy and enmity, you came and went, there was wine for you to drink, and there was revenge quickly.

But this is not the case in reality. Now I know that the rivers and lakes are like this: you have a pot of wine, and you really invite him to take a sip.

He laughed and drank, but he was thinking about how to take away your pot of wine so that you could not drink it. The rivers and lakes are hypocritical and insidious, deceitful, intriguing, open swords and hidden arrows, and clever robbery.

The rivers and lakes are full of muddy waters. If you become a hero, you must go over.

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