Little Literary Giant of the Northern Song Dynasty

I still like you very much, as if we are far apart and our dreams are under the stars. I still like you very much, like the moonlight is stunning and the stars are shining over the plains. I still like you very much, just like flowers blooming all over the sky. I still like you very much, just like the wind that has traveled eight thousand miles without asking about the date of return. I still like you very much, just like the stars running through the dark night for hundreds of millions of years without complaining. I still like you very much, like the sun rising and setting, no matter day or night. I still like you very much, like rain falling on the tropics and polar regions, thousands of miles away. The best thing I can do for you is to let you know that although the world is bad, you are loved. I still like you very much, like a whale sinking at the bottom of the sea breathing softly, full of infatuation and full of anger. I still like you very much, like flowers blooming on the branches, regardless of the drifting. I still like you very much, the willows are moving, the cicadas are chirping, the sunset is tidal, I can't help myself. I still like you very much, just like the yellowed photo in the old story, you are the most beautiful. I still like you very much, I still like you very much, like the aurora shining in the polar regions, silently magnificent. I still like you very much, like water flowing through the earth, as calm as ever, never leaving you. I still like you very much, just like billions of people in the chaos, I only know you when I see you. I still like you very much, like the warmth of the afternoon sun, I am obsessed with you. I still like you very much, like a moth to the light, even death can't stop me. I still like you very much, like the warm breeze blowing on your face, and your eyes are full of charm. I still like you very much, just like remembering every moment between us, there is a smile in the corners of my eyes and eyebrows. I still like you very much, just like the sun is setting on the western mountains and the mountains are vast. I still like you very much, just like the vast ocean, surging. I still like you very much, just like the clear breeze and bright moon, the first dew in the morning. I still like you very much, like a flowing fire in July, with luxuriant branches and leaves. I still like you very much, like a solitary smoke standing upright in the vast sea. I still like you very much, like a small bridge and flowing water, like a landscape with people. 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 stars beside the moon, I will stay with you for a long time. I still like you very much, like a bird flying across the sky, I don't know when I will get up. I still like you very much, like a flower blooming in spring, no matter where you are. I still like you very much, like a bee working hard to collect honey, busy. I still like you very much, like the surging sea, the endless flow. I still like you very much, like day and night, never leaving. I still like you very much, like a mirage. I still like you very much, like the beauty of flowers blooming everywhere. I still like you very much, like ripples on a quiet lake. I still like you very much, like the mystery of the vast starry sky. I still like you very much, like rain falling on a stream, causing ripples. I still like you very much, just like the yellowed part in the old story, half-deaf and half-dumb, losing my voice. I still like you very much, just like time passes and I meet you. I still like you very much, just like Hongye Nanshi, I still think about it. I still like you very much, just like I send my love to you when I am drunk, I will never leave you. I still like you very much, like flowers falling all over the ground, without any regrets. I still like you very much, just like the subtle fragrance of autumn, it doesn't matter if you go or stay. I still like you very much, just like Qingnan Huajin, falling in love under the moon. I still like you very much, just like in the golden age of beauty, full of love in Yaochi. I still like you very much, just like today and tomorrow, the mountain pot will be silent forever. I still like you very much, just like the passing of time, life and death without regrets. I still like you very much, just like we are in love with you forever, holding hands together. (There are so few updates today, self-deception, the author is saving the manuscript, the author is saving the manuscript... You must be saving the manuscript, right Honghua)

I particularly like books from the Northern Song Dynasty. At first he was just flipping through it casually, but then he saw that there were only about forty pictures, and he didn't want to read anymore. Finally, I clicked in, and then I got out of hand. It would be great if the author could update more than 400 pictures now! So pretty, so pretty, so pretty.

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 day and night, I still like you very much, like the clouds drifting for ninety thousand miles, without rest, I still like you very much, like the stars smashing towards the earth, Until death, I still like you very much, like sunshine and wine filling the world, gentle and comfortable. I still like you very much, like the wind blowing in my heart. Sinking at the bottom of the sea, breathing softly, being extremely mad and angry, I still like you very much. Like the old city gate that I have been waiting for for many years, I still like you very much. Like a whale deprived of oxygen in the deep sea of 6,400 meters, I still like you very much. I still like you very much, like a subject waiting. The restoration of the dynasty is far away. I still like you very much. Willows move and cicadas chirp. Sunset tides. 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, I still like you very much no matter day or night. I like you, 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, Zhejiang is gradually falling, I still like you very much, like the spring grass dyeing the green ridge, there is no doubt that I still like you very much, like a shrew scolding the street, no To be fair, I still like you very much, like the rain falling all night long on green flowers, Juanjuan does not hesitate, I still like you very much, like the rain falling during the plum rain season, which lasts forever, I still like you very much, like the smoke curling up a little, Tangli frying the snow and falling in the rain, I still like you very much, Like a flying crow in love with a fish in the sea, it is hard 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 courtyard that falls and blooms again and again, I still like you very much. Like the alternation of the sun and the moon. , Regardless of the day and night, I still like you very much, like layers of clouds condensed into phrases, I still like you bit by bit, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, the neon blur, I still like you very much, like the osmanthus leaves falling in the wind, rolling into mud, I still like you very much. You are like raindrops falling on green moss and red mud. When the softness disperses, I still like you very much. Like starlight falling into my eyes. I still like you at a glance thousands of miles away. I like you very much. Like the last stroke of your Excellency Chai Toufeng. I still like you very much, like a spring night. The red tent is dreaming without rest, and I am afraid that I still like you very much, like the bumps and convexities that trap the torrential rain. I still like you very much, like the clouds and smoke that turn into the wisps of the rain. I give you all the tenderness and violence. I still like you very much, like a monk who has been wandering for too long. , I still like you very much despite all the difficulties. Like the green leaves of spring and the sunshine of summer. Not as good as you. I still like you very much. Like the dry piles of snow rolled up by the cliff. I still like you very much as the years pass. Like the sky full of meteors falling to the ground and the fireworks. I still like you very much. , Like the waves hugging the rocks again and again, I still like you very much with all my strength, like the fish returning to its hometown along the ocean current, I still like you very much when we meet by chance, like the whisper of the wind in the ear, my heart is beating, I still like you very much, like Xiaxia A child who is babbling, 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 how to love you, 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 a cliff flattening and a whole forest reborn, I still like you very much when you are in the shade of a 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 a sweet treat. 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 passage in the old story, half-deaf and half-dumb, I have lost my voice. I still like you very much, like The stars have been running through the dark night for hundreds of millions of years. I still like you very much even if I don't complain. It's like an old opera in the old city. I still like you very much when you talk softly. It's like the overlord bids farewell to Yu Ji. I still like you very much even if the situation has to be forced. Like the lone 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 red beans dim and lovesick. I still like you very much, like a spring swallow shears the rain, regardless of the wet clothes. I still like you very much, just like in the desert of Shaqi Qianwen, no one asks me about I still like you very much. Go update quickly! ! !

A businessman brought two bags of garlic to a certain place. The locals, who had never seen garlic before, liked it very much, so they gave the businessman two bags of gold. Another businessman heard about it and brought two bags of green onions. The locals thought that green onions were more delicious and there was not enough gold to express their feelings, so they gave him two bags of garlic. Although it is a story, life is often like this. Those who take the lead get gold, and those who follow in the footsteps may get garlic! Only if you are good at walking your own path can you take a road that others have not walked.

As the title suggests, a guide to avoiding pitfalls! Don't chase anyone you want to chase. I'm just a warning. I forgot to read the catalog before jumping into the trap.

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It's really good, it's just a dog 🐶 eunuch! That's too much!

If this plot continues, the results will still be good, come on and watch (｀ω´)

The only drawback is that there are too few words