Life and Death in the Collapsing Iron and Outside World

What a divine book! This is a unique piece of literature that has never been seen in the world and is hard to find in the ages! Luo Guanzhong, Shi Naian, Wu Cheng'en, Cao Xueqin's writing power, Zhong inherits Lao Zhuang Xuanzhe, Li Du Huazhang, San Su's lofty sentiments, Jiaxuan's tragic spirit, far chasing the majesty of Qin Emperor and Han Dynasty, the grand strategy of Tang Zong and Song Zu, the divine power of Genghis Khan, bypassing Sakyamuni's Zen Heart, the philosophy of Plato, the insight of Copernicus, the wisdom of Aristotle, all the sages, sages, great writers, emperors, sages, and sages throughout the past and present. When you open the scroll and read it, everyone will be dumbfounded, stunned, prostrated, and worship! His diction is magnificent, his composition is exquisite, his spirit is majestic, and his artistic conception is far-reaching. He inherits the austere character of the Wei and Jin Dynasties and upholds the graceful charm of the Tang and Song Dynasties. He integrates the majestic atmosphere of the Han and Tang Dynasties with the sophisticated writing skills of the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Every word is like thunder piercing the ears, every sentence is like a rainbow penetrating the sky, and the strokes of the pen can shake mountains. The mountain can move rivers, lead to the underworld, reach the sky, penetrate the wood with three-thirds force and penetrate the back of the paper, and describe all the phenomena of the common people, describe the prehistoric times of the universe, the cycle of creation, and describe the vicissitudes of eternity. To be able to see the true face of this person in this life is really a good fortune accumulated in three lives, and a hundred generations of good fortune! However, I cover the scrolls with regret, and shed tears of sadness. The sadness cannot be cut off from it: it reaches the sage, surpasses the past and the present, shakes the heaven and earth and weeps ghosts and gods, and reaches the sky and penetrates the blue sky. In the future, it will be difficult to see it again in the world, and it will be difficult to find it and encounter it again. Even if you enjoy the glory and wealth, and read all the wonderful articles in the world, this life will be boring, leaving only empty regrets, with nothing to rely on and no soul to send! Fortunately! In a hurry, he made an immediate decision and hid it on the bookshelf as a precious and important book. He worshiped it like a guide and respected it like a god. Only then did the restlessness surge, and the agitated soul finally calmed down, and the turbulent and ups and downs of the heart finally calmed down. Cheer, hate, pain, sigh! Bred as it should be The essence of the sun and moon, literary stars come into the world, the rare treasures of the divine craftsmen weeping blood, the sacred jade of the literary world, the treasures of the literary world, if they have been buried in the dust for a long time, the uncut jade is hidden in the abyss, its brilliance is not revealed, and its reputation is not known, so that thousands of book friends in the world cannot see it. To appreciate its essence, appreciate its true flavor, and realize its great truth, wouldn't it be a waste of natural resources, a blasphemy of sacred scriptures, a waste of rare treasures, and a waste of the author's painstaking efforts, burning ointment to follow the sundial, pouring out his liver and guts, and weeping with blood? Between Fangcun Lingtai, in the depths of my soul, I have gone through countless struggles and tangles, battles between heaven and man, and my thoughts have been shaken. I finally made a decisive decision, and I was so cruel that I gave up my little self to live like a fly and a dog, and became a big self that all the world's literary friends can enjoy and share. People who share the same path, people who share the same hobbies, and people who know the sound of the music, like the likes of Ai Wen, look up to them again and again, reaching to the top of the clouds, the top of the sky, beyond the stars, in the grand mist, causing the nine heavens to shake, the sun and the moon to shine for it, the color of the universe to change, and to be passed down through the ages! Looking up at the sky and the stars as evidence, overlooking the earth and the five mountains as evidence, and looking at the past and present times as a guide: Is this book refreshing, soul-stirring, soul-stirring, and thrilling? Galloping through the eight wasteland rivers and lakes is the evidence, the rivers across the four seas are the evidence, and the Nine Heavens Immortal Palace stands erect as the sound: This book is full of joy, moving the mind, the mind is flying, and the heart is fascinated, can't you put it down? Even though there are thousands of chapters, thousands of sentences, thousands of words, and thousands of thoughts, there is still one regret that lingers in my heart, lingering, and it is difficult to resolve. How slow the update is, how few chapters, how limited the length, and how incomplete the content is! One chapter is not enough, one hundred chapters is not enough, not enough, ten thousand The chapter is not enough! One qi is not enough, a hundred qi is not enough, a thousand qi is not enough, ten thousand qi is not enough Not enough! The pleasure is not enough, the heartiness is not enough, the majesty is not enough, the mystery is not enough, the ups and downs are not enough, the magnificence is not enough, the depth is not enough, the magic is not enough, the enlightenment is not enough, and the enjoyment is not enough! Everything is empty, everything is empty, I only seek one update, I only hope for quick updates, I only hope for crazy updates, I only pray for continuous updates When you look at this place, read this sentence, feel this emotion, and are moved by this idea, why don't you all raise your arms and shout wildly, with the same voice that resounds throughout the heaven and earth, and reaches the sky? Now that the divine book is out, who can compete with it? Once the magic pen is written, it will be immortalized forever! Update quickly! To comfort the common people! Seeing this, I didn't rush to update it, I was as hasty as the law!

The writing style of this book is a bit like seeping white porridge, calm and steady, as if it is slowly moving forward. Contrary to a river that is frozen on the surface but is actually surging undercurrent in winter, the foundation is almost solid, just like the writing style, but the surface is still advancing the plot. The ups and downs are mostly drawn in line, but the author can expand his inner activities a little more. Sometimes it is a bit boring to only watch the protagonist's less external actions, like eating dry rice! ! It's still edible, but I always feel it's a little weird. Maybe it's because I tasted the faint sadness between the lines. It's as light as a balloon and makes me feel like I'm carrying the Five Mountains. (It always feels like reading a faded, old, indifferent and crowded memoir, and I am so afraid of a sudden blow)

It gives me the feeling of a narrative, similar to the writing style of the memoirs of my deceased wife, third perspective

Boss, I want to update next year😁