While I Was Lying Flat, My Voice Was Heard by the Anchor Sister.

Brother, what do you think of this poem? It's just a**. "The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk!" Congratulations to the host for completing the task, lying down at home, and receiving random rewards of Fortune 500 shares. Although I am the richest man, I still choose to lie flat. After all, there is nothing more profitable than lying flat. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.