The beauty of the rivers and lakes cried while wiping the sword, and the drink was as bitter as the yellow lotus.

Journey to the West is a dreamy person, and life is cruel and hesitant.

Fingers of three years of empty talk, wasted three days of floating duckweed.

It's not that my generation doesn't slay dragons, and people are not good here.

This poem is about the absurd years of being addicted to games, and although I changed slightly, I was still wandering between games and reality. This is really not good, so, I wanted to change, and at the end of July, I came to the starting point and wrote "The Legend of Tibet", which has been 3 months now.

It is said that the starting point is difficult to come out, which is not bad at all, crossing the single-plank bridge in the midst of thousands of troops, my debut is very quick to hit the street, and I can't struggle for a while. Hehe, who's stepping on me? I remember you!

However, obsessive players also have the advantage of being stubborn. You have stepped me into the mud, and I will be turned into a seed to sprout and sprout and regain my life!

My friend asked me if I would come back to play games? I said that I would wait until I became a god, but who knows whether I became a god or a psychopath? Even if I hit the street, I will write it down, but, friend, are you sure you are ready to cry, do you want to read this street fighting book?