Picture of Creation

I still like you very much, like the wind that has traveled eight hundred miles, regardless of the date of return, like the cycle of the sun and the moon, regardless of the morning, I still like you very much, like the clouds drifting for ninety thousand miles, never resting, I still like you very much, like the stars smashing towards the earth. , I still like you very much until death, like the sunshine filling the world, gentle and comfortable, like the wind blowing in my heart, I still like you very much, like rain and wine falling in the tropics and the polar regions, thousands of miles away, I still like you very much, like The whale sinks at the bottom of the sea and breathes softly. I still like you very much, like the old city gate that I have waited for many years. I still like you very much. Like the whale that lacks oxygen in the deep sea of 6,400 meters, I still like you very much. I still like you very much, like a subject. Until the restoration of the dynasty is far away, I still like you very much. The willows are moving, the cicadas are chirping, and the sunset is ebbing. I can't help myself. I still like you very much. Like clouds drifting for ninety thousand miles, without rest, I still like you very much. Like the sun rising and setting, no matter day or night, I still like you. I like you very much, like the stars running through the dark night for hundreds of millions of years, without complaining, I still like you very much, like the spring rain falling for eight hundred miles, pattering like spring grass dyeing the green ridge, there is no doubt that I still like you, like a shrew scolding the street. , No matter what, I still like you very much, like the rain falling all night long on green emerald green flowers, Juanjuan does not hesitate, I still like you very much, like the rain falling in the plum rain season, endless, I still like you very much, like the smoke curling up a little, Tangli frying snow and falling rain, I still like you very much You are like a flying crow attached to a fish in the sea. It is difficult to decide whether to stay or go. I don't know why I still like you very much. Like a noisy secret. Even if I say a thousand words, I still like you very much. Like the begonia in the garden that falls and blooms again and again, I still like you very much. Like the sun and the moon taking turns. Alternately, regardless of day and night, I still like you very much, like layers of clouds condensed into phrases, bit by bit, I still like you very much, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, blurred by neon, I still like you very much, like the osmanthus leaves falling in the wind, rolling into mud, I still like you very much. I like you, like raindrops falling on the green moss and red mud, the softness disperses, I still like you very much, like the starlight falling into the eyes, a glance thousands of miles away, I still like you very much, like the last stroke of the hairpin head phoenix, I still like you very much when I am lovesick, like the spring night red I am dreaming without a breath, and I am afraid that I still like you very much. Like the bumps and convexities that catch the torrential rain. I still like you very much when it enters the channel. Like the clouds and smoke that turn into silken rain, all the tenderness and violence are given to you. I still like you very much, like a monk who has been wandering for too long. Despite all the difficulties, I still like you very much. Like the green leaves in spring and the sunshine in summer. Even if they are not as good as you, I still like you very much. Like thousands of piles of snow rolled up by the cliff, I still like you very much as the years pass by. Like the sky full of shooting stars falling to the ground and the wanton fireworks, I still like you very much. Like the waves hugging the reef again and again, I still like you very much with all my strength, like the fish returning to its homeland along the ocean current, I still like you very much when we meet by chance, like the wind whispering in my ears, my heart beats so much, I still like you very much, like Xiaxiaya ya A child learning to speak, I still like you very much even if my words don't convey my meaning. Like the chirping of a zither in the rain. Why don't I go back and I still like you very much. Like the uncontrollable babble in a dream. It's all about you. I still like you very much. It's like dressing up and waiting for a ten-year holiday. , I don't know, so I still like you very much, like longing for you like a river passing away, I still like you very much without stopping, like the cliff flattening and the whole forest regenerated, I still like you very much when you are in the shade of the tree, like yellow flowers piling up on the ground, I am an old friend thousands of miles away I still like you very much, like a lump in my throat, like sweet rice. I still like you very much, like the sea changes into the mulberry field, and the stars change. I still like you very much, like the yellowed bridge in the old story, half-deaf and half-dumb, I have lost my voice. I still like you very much, like Stars and waves are playing in the dark night for hundreds of millions of years. I still like you very much without complaining, just like the old opera excerpts in the old city. I still like you very much with gentle words, just like the overlord bids farewell to Yu Ji. I still like you very much if the situation has to be forced. Like the lonely star falling on the moon, I can't bear to abandon you. I still like you very much, like a quiet pear blossom, drifting away in the wind. I still like you very much, like Hongdou dimly, lovesickly. I still like you very much, like a spring swallow shears the rain, regardless of the wet clothes. I still like you very much, like the sand rising in the desert, no one asks me about it, like the rain falling on the lake, the heart-stopping friendship, the silent silence of Liao, I still like you very much, like the wine hidden in the winding alleys, the streets, I still like you very much, like the sound of music in the heart, the palace and the business angle. I still like you very much, just like the ancient green lantern Buddha in Shaolin Temple, I don't want to cross myself. I still like you very much, like a deer hiding in the deep forest standing alone, timid and looking forward to the end. I still like you very much, as obsessed as drinking poison to quench my thirst. No medicine can cure it. I still like you very much, like rain falling 70,000 meters from the sky, not afraid of turning into mud. I still like you very much, like the sunshine all over the city and the spring breeze ten miles away. I still like you very much, like a mulberry tree moving across the sea or a bridge planting in the north, out of season. I still like you very much, like a soldier riding alone, with enemies in all directions. I still like you very much. Du Ruo is old and defeated by Cha Mi. I still like you very much, just like the dead grass burns out and the wind rises again last night. I still like you very much, like a hermit drinking in the mist of the mountains and getting drunk with the afterglow at night, and my mood is as clean as a ray. I still like you very much, like a worm shaking a tree without overestimating its own abilities. I still like you very much, like a dream demon falling into a boundless dream, sleeping deeply and unable to wake up. I still like you very much, like sand in my eyes, tears like rain. I still like you very much, just like year after year, the weeds are meandering all over the mountains. I still like you very much, like a roc that rides on the wind for ninety thousand miles, and cannot rest on a tree. I still like you very much, just like grinding and dyeing plain clothes, enjoying the fragrance. I still like you very much, just like Jiuqing Shenglan, the heart is still in love, the west city sings and sings, the brocade lingers and the phoenix breathes. I still like you very much, like a silkworm willing to reel silk, regardless of life or death. I still like you very much, like the spring breeze ten miles away, not as good as you. I still like you very much, even if we never meet again in this life.

Everything in the world has spirituality, life is like this, and learning is like this. Among the many books, it is not strange and the most read is "Traveling Comes with a Golden Finger". An awesome and coaxing person, who traveled through time like a comedy, became more and more powerful from then on, a beautiful thing that many people dream of, but when it comes to Shen Zhe, it can only be said that he put the clothes on the wrong fingers in the wrong place. Why? The simple and crude explanation is that Shen Zhe doesn't like this world, let alone this notebook in his brain. Before time travel, Shen Zhe was a veritable academic scumbag. Not only did he pass a single subject, but he failed to pass several courses combined. Faced with his own learning situation, Shen Zhe had given up treatment a long time ago. To put it simply, he didn't want to study, didn't like studying, couldn't study, and slept in other people's classes. Anyway, just be a bad student. After traveling through time, Shen Zhe was confused by the sudden emergence of a top student. He thought it was impossible to master the courses, let alone all of them with perfect scores. Facing his own inconceivability, Shen Zhe was hit by a pie falling from the sky. To put it succinctly - he is the academic master, unstoppable and unstoppable. The answers given by others are all wrong, including the teachers. Only Shen Zhe's words are the truth, and it is still the kind of situation where he can say whatever he wants. For Shen Zhe, other people's 24K gold gold fingers, such as libraries, cattle systems... These high-end and elegant gold fingers are out of reach for him. All he had was the notebook in his head, but precisely because of the existence of the notebook, Shen Zhe made rapid progress in the world of top academics he had traveled through, shocking everyone, including top academics and teachers from all walks of life. This novel by Lao Ya is another masterpiece after the Library of Tiandao. The origin of Shen Zhe's name is more fantasy. The humorous meaning is neurosis, because traveling from a scumbag to a top student can really make people neurotic. Let's take a look at how Shen Zhe never came back on his way to academic supremacy, how he developed his neurosis, what anecdotes he would encounter if he had the supreme golden finger, and how he would enter the creation map that formulated the truth. The stage for Shen Zhe's life reversal has begun!

The author's book is full of literary talent, beautiful rhetoric, simple language, fresh writing, rich emotions, full characters, clear organization, well-structured structure, reasonable plot, ups and downs, vivid and fascinating descriptions, strong artistic appeal, and the finishing touch at the end, which is profound, thought-provoking, and long-lasting. The novel of literature is thought-provoking and touching; the wonder of literature makes people fascinated; the essence of literature is all in vain if the sentences are deleted; the truth of literature touches stone hearts with passion. The article has a clear theme and rich writing. It deeply touches people's hearts and resonates. The clouds and moons of the eight thousand miles journey all entered the depths of my soul while reading. The extraordinary literary skills are shown in the ordinary, and every word is precious. Gorgeous rhetoric creates an atmosphere. The concept is novel, the subject matter is original, and the plot has ups and downs and is gripping. I found this book review to be really well written. The writing style is fluent and the rhetoric is appropriate. It is deeply rooted in the traditions of the Wei and Jin dynasties, and it also carries forward the style of the Tang Dynasty and the Song Dynasty to its fullest extent. I am really lucky to be able to write such a book review in my lifetime. After reading this book review I wrote, I actually felt an indescribable feeling of sadness - ah, such a good book review, what should I do if I can never write it again in the future? What do I do? It wasn't until I collected this post I wrote without hesitation that the excitement in my heart gradually calmed down. But I immediately thought, if others can't read such a good book review, wouldn't it be a waste of my efforts? After a painful ideological struggle, I finally made up my mind to sacrifice the small self and dedicate myself to the greater self. I want to take out this book review and dedicate it to the world for reading. I want to keep this book review up and up! Until everyone sees it!

· I have finished this novel. Although it is short, the ending is still good! Regardless of anyone else, I quite like this story. At least it's not a bad ending, and it's quite satisfying! The settings are all good! Especially all kinds of weird things that can enhance strength? It's really interesting and I've learned a lot. I'm also thinking about using a dry pot (crucible) and pressure cooker to practice elixirs! Hahaha Buy a few books and smash them before cooking them in a pot, or hit yourself a thousand times with a rolling pin? And jump in? See if you can remember it once too? That will make reading a book easier in the future, right? ! The plot is really good! The progress is not slow either. As for why the sales are not good? I don't know, maybe readers nowadays have more sophisticated tastes! I don't like things like dry pot anymore... I've also read it in Tiandao Library, but I like this one better, so I finished it in one go and I'm very satisfied with the ending! It would be better if it was longer! Looking forward to the next one Without getting ahead of myself, let's talk about the ending: Where is the world where Shen Zhe enters the black hole? Who is the person named Zhang who created (the picture of creation)? Whose surname is Nie? Why are you looking for the world of (Lao·Tzu)? Is this a foreshadowing? Or will it be explained in the next book? And which book are the last two chapters posted? Will the characters from this book appear in the next book? I hope I can pick up this book

After just passing the baptism of the midterm exam, I studied hard for a week and seemed to gradually regain my true nature. After returning home this time, I habitually picked up my mobile phone and habitually opened QQ to read. I found the author's new book and decisively clicked on it to read it. As a result, I saw something incredible, "Studying hard is a dead end." Then I continued to look back. After some analysis, I found that not studying hard here is also a dead end... God! Whether you learn or not is a dead end. It seems I should just follow my heart. (Quietly, I'd better read and study again. Hey, I'll add two more pictures)

If my surname is Ye, then my name is Ye Fan. If my surname is Chu, then my name is Chu Xiu. If my surname is Xiao, then my name is Xiao Yan. If my last name was Lu, then my name would be Lu Sheng. If my surname is Tang, then my name is Tang San. If my surname is Su, then my name is Su Xiao. If my last name was Ya, then my name would be Yasuo. ... (Unfortunately, none of the above names are mine😍)

If you open a new book and 50,000 book friends come looking for you, what will you do? (Four words only)

Seeing that you are so good, I will teach you this set of Sunflower Manual. I hope you can master the magical skills as soon as possible. 𓀀𓀁𓀂𓀃𓀄𓀅𓀆𓀇𓀈𓀉𓀊𓀋𓀌𓀍𓀎𓀏𓀐𓀑𓀒𓀓𓀔𓀕𓀖𓀗𓀘𓀙𓀚𓀛 𓀜𓀝𓀞𓀟𓀠𓀡𓀢𓀣𓀤𓀥𓀦𓀧𓀨𓀩𓀪𓀫𓀬𓀻𓀼𓀽𓀾𓀿𓁀𓁁𓁂𓁃𓁄𓁅 𓁆𓁇𓁈𓁉𓀀𓀁𓀂𓀃𓀄𓀅𓀆𓀇𓀈𓀉𓀊𓀋𓀌𓀍𓀎𓀏𓀐𓀑𓀒𓀓𓀔𓀕𓀖𓀗 𓀘𓀙𓀚𓀛𓀜𓀝𓀞𓀟𓀠𓀡𓀢𓀣𓀤𓀥 𓀦𓀧𓀨𓀩𓀪𓀫𓀬𓀻𓀼𓀽𓀾𓀿𓁀𓁁𓁂

Today I saw an old man fall down and ran over to help him. He grabbed my hand and I said to him: The surveillance will clear my name. The old man said: Young man, there is no surveillance here. I kicked him over: He was still so arrogant without monitoring. His son appeared at this time and said: I have recorded the whole process. I calmly showed the certificate of temporary mental disorder provided by the hospital.

I had great expectations for this book. Although I have been rushing about it, I didn't expect that due to some reasons, the results of this book were not very satisfactory. Now that it's over, I still feel like it was a dream, which is sad.