Note:
This is a divine book that only handsome men can read.
The title will be changed later. This is the second volume, Red Sea.
I’ll write a little something to show off my skill. It has nothing to do with the main story.
Wuque (what handsome men used to call people when insulting them)
(Today) Li Shenglong (the handsome author himself)
It looks like a lofty mountain, but is really a low-lying stream.
I follow the current upstream, where a trickling brook winds along.
The waters rise, as if it were the height of summer.
It looks like the height of summer, but is bitterly cold.
No one comes from the east; the rustling leaves fall again and again.
The hooves of the qilin, like those of a noble gentleman.
It looks like a lofty path, but is really an elm tree at dusk.
South of the river, kudzu and vines grow thick and lush.
The magpie and the dove, like Ziqing.
It's so well written, don't write it next time