This is my first novel. When I wrote it, I felt it was messy. I didn't want to change it. I just wanted this messy novel to be uploaded as it is. Admonish yourself. I will extend the second book, but there will be significant changes. I really like the characters in it, so I don't want to overturn it. All spectators, please spray lightly. In the past, drinking and drinking was as important as life, but now we don't touch even a drop of wine.
It's an ordinary day to leave the mash and drop the scroll. It seems to be on a smooth road but the sail is deflected.
When the boat is sailing before dawn, the boat operator will know where to go in the rivers and lakes.
Chatting and comforting, the storms are all passers-by, the boat is still heading towards the distant sky.
Suddenly I forgot the few grains left in the boat, and the old clouds and smoke in the forest gully.
The most important thing is that the original intention is not forgotten, and the stolen boat will never enter the forest and spring.
The world welcomes you, but you bow your head. In this life, you will be scrawled before you.
I am a boating traveler in Cangming, so why should I stop on the shore to fall in love with this world?
