A Novel About a Scientist Who Was Detained by Other Countries, Imprisoned and Rescued by His Motherland

101 狗 Dog Life A Journey to the Stars in Troubled Times6k Wordscompleted —Reads8.5Score—Shelves

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When he wakes up every day, there is a photo under his pillow: himself lying in a pool of blood. The date is tomorrow. He hid, ran away, and locked the doors and windows. When I woke up the next day, the photo had a new angle - I died in the same place. On the 30th day, there were words on the back of the photo: "Don't be afraid. You just forgot that you have been dead for thirty years."

102 3 Room 301 A Journey to the Stars in Troubled Times10k Wordscompleted 1Reads8.4Score—Shelves

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When he wakes up every day, there is a photo under his pillow: himself lying in a pool of blood. The date is tomorrow. He hid, ran away, and locked the doors and windows. When I woke up the next day, the photo had a new angle - I died in the same place. On the 30th day, there were words on the back of the photo: "Don't be afraid. You just forgot that you have been dead for thirty years."

103 十 The Gift of 188,000 Yuan, I Blew My Third Uncle's Back. A Journey to the Stars in Troubled Times7k Wordscompleted —Reads8.6Score—Shelves

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When he wakes up every day, there is a photo under his pillow: himself lying in a pool of blood. The date is tomorrow. He hid, ran away, and locked the doors and windows. When I woke up the next day, the photo had a new angle - I died in the same place. On the 30th day, there were words on the back of the photo: "Don't be afraid. You just forgot that you have been dead for thirty years."

104 时 Time and Space Chase: She Travels Through 1937 and Overthrows Jinling A Journey to the Stars in Troubled TimesModern Romance12k Wordscompleted 1Reads8.5Score—Shelves

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When he wakes up every day, there is a photo under his pillow: himself lying in a pool of blood. The date is tomorrow. He hid, ran away, and locked the doors and windows. When I woke up the next day, the photo had a new angle - I died in the same place. On the 30th day, there were words on the back of the photo: "Don't be afraid. You just forgot that you have been dead for thirty years."

105 她 She Spent 60 Pages of PPT Chasing Me A Journey to the Stars in Troubled Times10k Wordscompleted —Reads8.4Score—Shelves

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When he wakes up every day, there is a photo under his pillow: himself lying in a pool of blood. The date is tomorrow. He hid, ran away, and locked the doors and windows. When I woke up the next day, the photo had a new angle - I died in the same place. On the 30th day, there were words on the back of the photo: "Don't be afraid. You just forgot that you have been dead for thirty years."

106 老 Be Honest A Journey to the Stars in Troubled Times10k Wordscompleted —Reads8.5Score—Shelves

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When he wakes up every day, there is a photo under his pillow: himself lying in a pool of blood. The date is tomorrow. He hid, ran away, and locked the doors and windows. When I woke up the next day, the photo had a new angle - I died in the same place. On the 30th day, there were words on the back of the photo: "Don't be afraid. You just forgot that you have been dead for thirty years."

107 他 He Ruined the First Half of My Life, but I Will Take Care of the Second Half of My Life A Journey to the Stars in Troubled Times7k Wordscompleted 1Reads8.6Score—Shelves

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When he wakes up every day, there is a photo under his pillow: himself lying in a pool of blood. The date is tomorrow. He hid, ran away, and locked the doors and windows. When I woke up the next day, the photo had a new angle - I died in the same place. On the 30th day, there were words on the back of the photo: "Don't be afraid. You just forgot that you have been dead for thirty years."

108 爷 After My Grandfather Died, I Inherited His Secrets" A Journey to the Stars in Troubled Times6k Wordscompleted 1Reads8.5Score—Shelves

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When he wakes up every day, there is a photo under his pillow: himself lying in a pool of blood. The date is tomorrow. He hid, ran away, and locked the doors and windows. When I woke up the next day, the photo had a new angle - I died in the same place. On the 30th day, there were words on the back of the photo: "Don't be afraid. You just forgot that you have been dead for thirty years."

109 竹 Bamboo Silk Inlay: Countdown to 90 Days, I Am Waiting for a Female Investigator on the Street Corner A Journey to the Stars in Troubled Timescompleted —Reads8.6Score—Shelves

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When he wakes up every day, there is a photo under his pillow: himself lying in a pool of blood. The date is tomorrow. He hid, ran away, and locked the doors and windows. When I woke up the next day, the photo had a new angle - I died in the same place. On the 30th day, there were words on the back of the photo: "Don't be afraid. You just forgot that you have been dead for thirty years."

110 商 In a Mall Bathroom Stall, I Heard a Word. A Journey to the Stars in Troubled Timescompleted —Reads8.5Score—Shelves

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When he wakes up every day, there is a photo under his pillow: himself lying in a pool of blood. The date is tomorrow. He hid, ran away, and locked the doors and windows. When I woke up the next day, the photo had a new angle - I died in the same place. On the 30th day, there were words on the back of the photo: "Don't be afraid. You just forgot that you have been dead for thirty years."

111 她 The Secrets They Hide A Journey to the Stars in Troubled Timescompleted —Reads8.4Score—Shelves

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When he wakes up every day, there is a photo under his pillow: himself lying in a pool of blood. The date is tomorrow. He hid, ran away, and locked the doors and windows. When I woke up the next day, the photo had a new angle - I died in the same place. On the 30th day, there were words on the back of the photo: "Don't be afraid. You just forgot that you have been dead for thirty years."

112 住 Living in the Basement, I Said to the President: Put My Name on the House and Repay the Loan Together. A Journey to the Stars in Troubled Timescompleted —Reads8.4Score—Shelves

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When he wakes up every day, there is a photo under his pillow: himself lying in a pool of blood. The date is tomorrow. He hid, ran away, and locked the doors and windows. When I woke up the next day, the photo had a new angle - I died in the same place. On the 30th day, there were words on the back of the photo: "Don't be afraid. You just forgot that you have been dead for thirty years."

113 凌 At Three O'clock in the Morning, I Saw My Online Boyfriend Kissing Someone Else A Journey to the Stars in Troubled Timescompleted —Reads8.4Score—Shelves

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When he wakes up every day, there is a photo under his pillow: himself lying in a pool of blood. The date is tomorrow. He hid, ran away, and locked the doors and windows. When I woke up the next day, the photo had a new angle - I died in the same place. On the 30th day, there were words on the back of the photo: "Don't be afraid. You just forgot that you have been dead for thirty years."

114 前 Ex-Boyfriend's "Love Test" Counter-Attack A Journey to the Stars in Troubled Timescompleted —Reads8.6Score—Shelves

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When he wakes up every day, there is a photo under his pillow: himself lying in a pool of blood. The date is tomorrow. He hid, ran away, and locked the doors and windows. When I woke up the next day, the photo had a new angle - I died in the same place. On the 30th day, there were words on the back of the photo: "Don't be afraid. You just forgot that you have been dead for thirty years."

115 姐 Sister's Abs Filter A Journey to the Stars in Troubled Timescompleted —Reads8.6Score—Shelves

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When he wakes up every day, there is a photo under his pillow: himself lying in a pool of blood. The date is tomorrow. He hid, ran away, and locked the doors and windows. When I woke up the next day, the photo had a new angle - I died in the same place. On the 30th day, there were words on the back of the photo: "Don't be afraid. You just forgot that you have been dead for thirty years."

116 分 Installment Skirt and 800,000 A Journey to the Stars in Troubled Timescompleted —Reads8.6Score—Shelves

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When he wakes up every day, there is a photo under his pillow: himself lying in a pool of blood. The date is tomorrow. He hid, ran away, and locked the doors and windows. When I woke up the next day, the photo had a new angle - I died in the same place. On the 30th day, there were words on the back of the photo: "Don't be afraid. You just forgot that you have been dead for thirty years."

117 第 The Twelfth Call A Journey to the Stars in Troubled Timescompleted —Reads8.5Score—Shelves

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When he wakes up every day, there is a photo under his pillow: himself lying in a pool of blood. The date is tomorrow. He hid, ran away, and locked the doors and windows. When I woke up the next day, the photo had a new angle - I died in the same place. On the 30th day, there were words on the back of the photo: "Don't be afraid. You just forgot that you have been dead for thirty years."

118 血 After the Blood Type Report Was "Wrong", I Exposed the Truth About the Medical Trouble in Public A Journey to the Stars in Troubled Timescompleted —Reads8.4Score—Shelves

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When he wakes up every day, there is a photo under his pillow: himself lying in a pool of blood. The date is tomorrow. He hid, ran away, and locked the doors and windows. When I woke up the next day, the photo had a new angle - I died in the same place. On the 30th day, there were words on the back of the photo: "Don't be afraid. You just forgot that you have been dead for thirty years."

119 他 His Mother Handed Me a Bank Card A Journey to the Stars in Troubled Timescompleted —Reads8.6Score—Shelves

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When he wakes up every day, there is a photo under his pillow: himself lying in a pool of blood. The date is tomorrow. He hid, ran away, and locked the doors and windows. When I woke up the next day, the photo had a new angle - I died in the same place. On the 30th day, there were words on the back of the photo: "Don't be afraid. You just forgot that you have been dead for thirty years."

120 抗 Anti-Japanese War: Li Yunlong Defeated Tian Banzi with His Own Body Wind Thirty-NineUrban1.6M Wordscompleted 39.4kReads9.4Score3.8kShelves

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The red sun rises, its path is bright, the river flows out, the vast ocean lurks, the dragon soars into the abyss, the scale claws fly, the tiger roars, the valley is full of beasts, and the young man has his own mad body, like a mountain and river, with a straight spine. I dare to measure the sun and the moon again. Now I am the only young man. I dare to ask the world to test my edge. Who can stop me from overcoming thorns and thorns? The world laughs at me. I strive to live up to my youth. The general has his own achievements, his sky is bright, his ground is yellow, his journey is as long as the sea, and the future is as long as the sun. A young man has his own youthful madness. His body is like mountains and rivers, his backbone is upright, and I dare to measure the sun and the moon again. Today, I am the only young man who dares to ask the world to try. Who can stop me? The sky is high, the sea is vast, and the country is thousands of miles long. The young Chinese people are full of energy and strive to be strong, and they will live up to their youth. They will work hard to be the pillars, and they will live up to their youth. People who don't want to be slaves will build our new Great Wall with our flesh and blood. The Chinese nation has reached its most dangerous time. Everyone is forced to give out the last roar. Get up, get up. We are united and brave the enemy's artillery to advance. Brave the enemy's artillery. Advance, advance. In this world where the ax has split the world, there are people who don't want to be slaves. Here are the full lyrics (official version) of "The Lonely Brave Man" sung by Eason Chan: --- The Lonely Brave Man Singer: Eason Chan Lyricist: Tang Tian Composer: Qian Lei They are all brave. The wound on your forehead, your difference, the mistakes you make, you don't have to hide your worn-out doll, your mask, your self. They say, bring the light to tame every monster. They say, I need to stitch up your wounds. No one loves clowns. Why is it lonely? Not glorious. People are only imperfect and worthy of praise. Who said that people covered in mud are not heroes? I love you walking alone in dark alleys. I love your appearance without kneeling. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes but dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Do you want to go? Do you deserve this tattered cloak? Fight, fight. With the humblest dream, to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes. They said that they have to stop your madness. It is like wiping away the dirt. They said that you have to go up the steps, and the price is to lower your head. Then let me not ride the wind. You are also proud, that kind of solitary courage. Who said that those who play ordinary games are not heroes? I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love your appearance of not kneeling. I love you who have stood up to despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes. But dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Go. Go. Fight with the humblest dream. Fight with the most aloof dream. To the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? Your mottledness is different. Your silence is deafening. You Are The Hero. I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love your appearance of not kneeling. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love you from the wilderness. Don't borrow anyone's light in your life. You will build your city on the ruins. Go, go, fight with the humblest dream. Fight, fight with the most lofty dream, to the whimpering and roaring in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes --- [Hey, there are no quiet years, it's just that some people are moving forward with a heavy load. There are no quiet years, there are always people carrying forward the burden. They are all brave. The wound on your forehead, your differences, and your mistakes don't have to be hidden. Your worn-out doll, your mask, your self. They say to tame every monster with light. They say to sew up your wounds. No one loves clowns. Why is loneliness not glorious? People are only worthy of praise for their imperfections. Who says that being covered in mud is not a hero. I love you when you walk alone in a dark alley. I love how you don't kneel. I love that you have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes. But dare to block the gun of fate. I love you so much like me. The gaps are the same. Are you worthy of this tattered cloak? Fight? Fight with the humblest dream. To the whimpering and roaring in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes. They said to stop your madness. Just like wiping away the dirt, they said to go up the stairs. And the price is bowing. Then let me not take advantage of the wind. You are also proud of that kind of solitary courage. Who said that those who play ordinary games are not heroes? I love you walking alone in a dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love you who have faced despair and refuse to cry. I love your tattered clothes but dare to block the gun of fate. I love you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Is it worthy to fight with this ragged cloak? Fight with the humblest dream to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? They say that you have to go up the steps and the price is to bow your head. Then let me not take advantage of the wind. You are also proud of your solitary courage. Who said that an ordinary player is not a hero? I love you walking alone in a dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your ragged clothes, but you dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Go, is it worthy of this tattered cloak? Fight, with the humblest dream, to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? Your mottledness is different. Your silence is deafening. I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love that you persisted through despair and refused to cry. I love that you come from the wilderness. I will not borrow anyone's light in my life. You will build your city on top of the ruins. Go, go, with the humblest dream. Fight? Fight with the most lofty dream. To the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes?

121 大 The Suicide Note of Emperor Qin's Master Was Exposed, and Zulong Burst into Tears Minnan GuaguaHistorical132k Wordscompleted 572Reads7.1Score—Shelves

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The red sun rises, its path is bright, the river flows out, the vast ocean lurks, the dragon soars into the abyss, the scale claws fly, the tiger roars, the valley is full of beasts, and the young man has his own mad body, like a mountain and river, with a straight spine. I dare to measure the sun and the moon again. Now I am the only young man. I dare to ask the world to test my edge. Who can stop me from overcoming thorns and thorns? The world laughs at me. I strive to live up to my youth. The general has his own achievements, his sky is bright, his ground is yellow, his journey is as long as the sea, and the future is as long as the sun. A young man has his own youthful madness. His body is like mountains and rivers, his backbone is upright, and I dare to measure the sun and the moon again. Today, I am the only young man who dares to ask the world to try. Who can stop me? The sky is high, the sea is vast, and the country is thousands of miles long. The young Chinese people are full of energy and strive to be strong, and they will live up to their youth. They will work hard to be the pillars, and they will live up to their youth. People who don't want to be slaves will build our new Great Wall with our flesh and blood. The Chinese nation has reached its most dangerous time. Everyone is forced to give out the last roar. Get up, get up. We are united and brave the enemy's artillery to advance. Brave the enemy's artillery. Advance, advance. In this world where the ax has split the world, there are people who don't want to be slaves. Here are the full lyrics (official version) of "The Lonely Brave Man" sung by Eason Chan: --- The Lonely Brave Man Singer: Eason Chan Lyricist: Tang Tian Composer: Qian Lei They are all brave. The wound on your forehead, your difference, the mistakes you make, you don't have to hide your worn-out doll, your mask, your self. They say, bring the light to tame every monster. They say, I need to stitch up your wounds. No one loves clowns. Why is it lonely? Not glorious. People are only imperfect and worthy of praise. Who said that people covered in mud are not heroes? I love you walking alone in dark alleys. I love your appearance without kneeling. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes but dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Do you want to go? Do you deserve this tattered cloak? Fight, fight. With the humblest dream, to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes. They said that they have to stop your madness. It is like wiping away the dirt. They said that you have to go up the steps, and the price is to lower your head. Then let me not ride the wind. You are also proud, that kind of solitary courage. Who said that those who play ordinary games are not heroes? I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love your appearance of not kneeling. I love you who have stood up to despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes. But dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Go. Go. Fight with the humblest dream. Fight with the most aloof dream. To the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? Your mottledness is different. Your silence is deafening. You Are The Hero. I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love your appearance of not kneeling. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love you from the wilderness. Don't borrow anyone's light in your life. You will build your city on the ruins. Go, go, fight with the humblest dream. Fight, fight with the most lofty dream, to the whimpering and roaring in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes --- [Hey, there are no quiet years, it's just that some people are moving forward with a heavy load. There are no quiet years, there are always people carrying forward the burden. They are all brave. The wound on your forehead, your differences, and your mistakes don't have to be hidden. Your worn-out doll, your mask, your self. They say to tame every monster with light. They say to sew up your wounds. No one loves clowns. Why is loneliness not glorious? People are only worthy of praise for their imperfections. Who says that being covered in mud is not a hero. I love you when you walk alone in a dark alley. I love how you don't kneel. I love that you have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes. But dare to block the gun of fate. I love you so much like me. The gaps are the same. Are you worthy of this tattered cloak? Fight? Fight with the humblest dream. To the whimpering and roaring in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes. They said to stop your madness. Just like wiping away the dirt, they said to go up the stairs. And the price is bowing. Then let me not take advantage of the wind. You are also proud of that kind of solitary courage. Who said that those who play ordinary games are not heroes? I love you walking alone in a dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love you who have faced despair and refuse to cry. I love your tattered clothes but dare to block the gun of fate. I love you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Is it worthy to fight with this ragged cloak? Fight with the humblest dream to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? They say that you have to go up the steps and the price is to bow your head. Then let me not take advantage of the wind. You are also proud of your solitary courage. Who said that an ordinary player is not a hero? I love you walking alone in a dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your ragged clothes, but you dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Go, is it worthy of this tattered cloak? Fight, with the humblest dream, to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? Your mottledness is different. Your silence is deafening. I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love that you persisted through despair and refused to cry. I love that you come from the wilderness. I will not borrow anyone's light in my life. You will build your city on top of the ruins. Go, go, with the humblest dream. Fight? Fight with the most lofty dream. To the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes?

122 反 Anti-Fraud Live Broadcast: I Can't Stand Anymore in the Office A ZerielUrban1.0M Wordscompleted 32.6kReads9.4Score4.6kShelves

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The red sun rises, its path is bright, the river flows out, the vast ocean lurks, the dragon soars into the abyss, the scale claws fly, the tiger roars, the valley is full of beasts, and the young man has his own mad body, like a mountain and river, with a straight spine. I dare to measure the sun and the moon again. Now I am the only young man. I dare to ask the world to test my edge. Who can stop me from overcoming thorns and thorns? The world laughs at me. I strive to live up to my youth. The general has his own achievements, his sky is bright, his ground is yellow, his journey is as long as the sea, and the future is as long as the sun. A young man has his own youthful madness. His body is like mountains and rivers, his backbone is upright, and I dare to measure the sun and the moon again. Today, I am the only young man who dares to ask the world to try. Who can stop me? The sky is high, the sea is vast, and the country is thousands of miles long. The young Chinese people are full of energy and strive to be strong, and they will live up to their youth. They will work hard to be the pillars, and they will live up to their youth. People who don't want to be slaves will build our new Great Wall with our flesh and blood. The Chinese nation has reached its most dangerous time. Everyone is forced to give out the last roar. Get up, get up. We are united and brave the enemy's artillery to advance. Brave the enemy's artillery. Advance, advance. In this world where the ax has split the world, there are people who don't want to be slaves. Here are the full lyrics (official version) of "The Lonely Brave Man" sung by Eason Chan: --- The Lonely Brave Man Singer: Eason Chan Lyricist: Tang Tian Composer: Qian Lei They are all brave. The wound on your forehead, your difference, the mistakes you make, you don't have to hide your worn-out doll, your mask, your self. They say, bring the light to tame every monster. They say, I need to stitch up your wounds. No one loves clowns. Why is it lonely? Not glorious. People are only imperfect and worthy of praise. Who said that people covered in mud are not heroes? I love you walking alone in dark alleys. I love your appearance without kneeling. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes but dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Do you want to go? Do you deserve this tattered cloak? Fight, fight. With the humblest dream, to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes. They said that they have to stop your madness. It is like wiping away the dirt. They said that you have to go up the steps, and the price is to lower your head. Then let me not ride the wind. You are also proud, that kind of solitary courage. Who said that those who play ordinary games are not heroes? I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love your appearance of not kneeling. I love you who have stood up to despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes. But dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Go. Go. Fight with the humblest dream. Fight with the most aloof dream. To the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? Your mottledness is different. Your silence is deafening. You Are The Hero. I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love your appearance of not kneeling. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love you from the wilderness. Don't borrow anyone's light in your life. You will build your city on the ruins. Go, go, fight with the humblest dream. Fight, fight with the most lofty dream, to the whimpering and roaring in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes --- [Hey, there are no quiet years, it's just that some people are moving forward with a heavy load. There are no quiet years, there are always people carrying forward the burden. They are all brave. The wound on your forehead, your differences, and your mistakes don't have to be hidden. Your worn-out doll, your mask, your self. They say to tame every monster with light. They say to sew up your wounds. No one loves clowns. Why is loneliness not glorious? People are only worthy of praise for their imperfections. Who says that being covered in mud is not a hero. I love you when you walk alone in a dark alley. I love how you don't kneel. I love that you have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes. But dare to block the gun of fate. I love you so much like me. The gaps are the same. Are you worthy of this tattered cloak? Fight? Fight with the humblest dream. To the whimpering and roaring in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes. They said to stop your madness. Just like wiping away the dirt, they said to go up the stairs. And the price is bowing. Then let me not take advantage of the wind. You are also proud of that kind of solitary courage. Who said that those who play ordinary games are not heroes? I love you walking alone in a dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love you who have faced despair and refuse to cry. I love your tattered clothes but dare to block the gun of fate. I love you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Is it worthy to fight with this ragged cloak? Fight with the humblest dream to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? They say that you have to go up the steps and the price is to bow your head. Then let me not take advantage of the wind. You are also proud of your solitary courage. Who said that an ordinary player is not a hero? I love you walking alone in a dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your ragged clothes, but you dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Go, is it worthy of this tattered cloak? Fight, with the humblest dream, to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? Your mottledness is different. Your silence is deafening. I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love that you persisted through despair and refused to cry. I love that you come from the wilderness. I will not borrow anyone's light in my life. You will build your city on top of the ruins. Go, go, with the humblest dream. Fight? Fight with the most lofty dream. To the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes?

123 用 I Work Hard to Do Scientific Research, and I Burst into Tears and Begged Me Not to Die! The Big Villaincompleted —Reads—Score—Shelves

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The red sun rises, its path is bright, the river flows out, the vast ocean lurks, the dragon soars into the abyss, the scale claws fly, the tiger roars, the valley is full of beasts, and the young man has his own mad body, like a mountain and river, with a straight spine. I dare to measure the sun and the moon again. Now I am the only young man. I dare to ask the world to test my edge. Who can stop me from overcoming thorns and thorns? The world laughs at me. I strive to live up to my youth. The general has his own achievements, his sky is bright, his ground is yellow, his journey is as long as the sea, and the future is as long as the sun. A young man has his own youthful madness. His body is like mountains and rivers, his backbone is upright, and I dare to measure the sun and the moon again. Today, I am the only young man who dares to ask the world to try. Who can stop me? The sky is high, the sea is vast, and the country is thousands of miles long. The young Chinese people are full of energy and strive to be strong, and they will live up to their youth. They will work hard to be the pillars, and they will live up to their youth. People who don't want to be slaves will build our new Great Wall with our flesh and blood. The Chinese nation has reached its most dangerous time. Everyone is forced to give out the last roar. Get up, get up. We are united and brave the enemy's artillery to advance. Brave the enemy's artillery. Advance, advance. In this world where the ax has split the world, there are people who don't want to be slaves. Here are the full lyrics (official version) of "The Lonely Brave Man" sung by Eason Chan: --- The Lonely Brave Man Singer: Eason Chan Lyricist: Tang Tian Composer: Qian Lei They are all brave. The wound on your forehead, your difference, the mistakes you make, you don't have to hide your worn-out doll, your mask, your self. They say, bring the light to tame every monster. They say, I need to stitch up your wounds. No one loves clowns. Why is it lonely? Not glorious. People are only imperfect and worthy of praise. Who said that people covered in mud are not heroes? I love you walking alone in dark alleys. I love your appearance without kneeling. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes but dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Do you want to go? Do you deserve this tattered cloak? Fight, fight. With the humblest dream, to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes. They said that they have to stop your madness. It is like wiping away the dirt. They said that you have to go up the steps, and the price is to lower your head. Then let me not ride the wind. You are also proud, that kind of solitary courage. Who said that those who play ordinary games are not heroes? I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love your appearance of not kneeling. I love you who have stood up to despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes. But dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Go. Go. Fight with the humblest dream. Fight with the most aloof dream. To the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? Your mottledness is different. Your silence is deafening. You Are The Hero. I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love your appearance of not kneeling. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love you from the wilderness. Don't borrow anyone's light in your life. You will build your city on the ruins. Go, go, fight with the humblest dream. Fight, fight with the most lofty dream, to the whimpering and roaring in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes --- [Hey, there are no quiet years, it's just that some people are moving forward with a heavy load. There are no quiet years, there are always people carrying forward the burden. They are all brave. The wound on your forehead, your differences, and your mistakes don't have to be hidden. Your worn-out doll, your mask, your self. They say to tame every monster with light. They say to sew up your wounds. No one loves clowns. Why is loneliness not glorious? People are only worthy of praise for their imperfections. Who says that being covered in mud is not a hero. I love you when you walk alone in a dark alley. I love how you don't kneel. I love that you have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes. But dare to block the gun of fate. I love you so much like me. The gaps are the same. Are you worthy of this tattered cloak? Fight? Fight with the humblest dream. To the whimpering and roaring in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes. They said to stop your madness. Just like wiping away the dirt, they said to go up the stairs. And the price is bowing. Then let me not take advantage of the wind. You are also proud of that kind of solitary courage. Who said that those who play ordinary games are not heroes? I love you walking alone in a dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love you who have faced despair and refuse to cry. I love your tattered clothes but dare to block the gun of fate. I love you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Is it worthy to fight with this ragged cloak? Fight with the humblest dream to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? They say that you have to go up the steps and the price is to bow your head. Then let me not take advantage of the wind. You are also proud of your solitary courage. Who said that an ordinary player is not a hero? I love you walking alone in a dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your ragged clothes, but you dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Go, is it worthy of this tattered cloak? Fight, with the humblest dream, to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? Your mottledness is different. Your silence is deafening. I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love that you persisted through despair and refused to cry. I love that you come from the wilderness. I will not borrow anyone's light in my life. You will build your city on top of the ruins. Go, go, with the humblest dream. Fight? Fight with the most lofty dream. To the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes?

124 亮 Liang Jian: How Did I Travel Through Time and Become Chu Yunfei? Not That Far AwayUrban591k Wordscompleted 649Reads6.4Score—Shelves

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The red sun rises, its path is bright, the river flows out, the vast ocean lurks, the dragon soars into the abyss, the scale claws fly, the tiger roars, the valley is full of beasts, and the young man has his own mad body, like a mountain and river, with a straight spine. I dare to measure the sun and the moon again. Now I am the only young man. I dare to ask the world to test my edge. Who can stop me from overcoming thorns and thorns? The world laughs at me. I strive to live up to my youth. The general has his own achievements, his sky is bright, his ground is yellow, his journey is as long as the sea, and the future is as long as the sun. A young man has his own youthful madness. His body is like mountains and rivers, his backbone is upright, and I dare to measure the sun and the moon again. Today, I am the only young man who dares to ask the world to try. Who can stop me? The sky is high, the sea is vast, and the country is thousands of miles long. The young Chinese people are full of energy and strive to be strong, and they will live up to their youth. They will work hard to be the pillars, and they will live up to their youth. People who don't want to be slaves will build our new Great Wall with our flesh and blood. The Chinese nation has reached its most dangerous time. Everyone is forced to give out the last roar. Get up, get up. We are united and brave the enemy's artillery to advance. Brave the enemy's artillery. Advance, advance. In this world where the ax has split the world, there are people who don't want to be slaves. Here are the full lyrics (official version) of "The Lonely Brave Man" sung by Eason Chan: --- The Lonely Brave Man Singer: Eason Chan Lyricist: Tang Tian Composer: Qian Lei They are all brave. The wound on your forehead, your difference, the mistakes you make, you don't have to hide your worn-out doll, your mask, your self. They say, bring the light to tame every monster. They say, I need to stitch up your wounds. No one loves clowns. Why is it lonely? Not glorious. People are only imperfect and worthy of praise. Who said that people covered in mud are not heroes? I love you walking alone in dark alleys. I love your appearance without kneeling. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes but dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Do you want to go? Do you deserve this tattered cloak? Fight, fight. With the humblest dream, to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes. They said that they have to stop your madness. It is like wiping away the dirt. They said that you have to go up the steps, and the price is to lower your head. Then let me not ride the wind. You are also proud, that kind of solitary courage. Who said that those who play ordinary games are not heroes? I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love your appearance of not kneeling. I love you who have stood up to despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes. But dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Go. Go. Fight with the humblest dream. Fight with the most aloof dream. To the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? Your mottledness is different. Your silence is deafening. You Are The Hero. I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love your appearance of not kneeling. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love you from the wilderness. Don't borrow anyone's light in your life. You will build your city on the ruins. Go, go, fight with the humblest dream. Fight, fight with the most lofty dream, to the whimpering and roaring in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes --- [Hey, there are no quiet years, it's just that some people are moving forward with a heavy load. There are no quiet years, there are always people carrying forward the burden. They are all brave. The wound on your forehead, your differences, and your mistakes don't have to be hidden. Your worn-out doll, your mask, your self. They say to tame every monster with light. They say to sew up your wounds. No one loves clowns. Why is loneliness not glorious? People are only worthy of praise for their imperfections. Who says that being covered in mud is not a hero. I love you when you walk alone in a dark alley. I love how you don't kneel. I love that you have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes. But dare to block the gun of fate. I love you so much like me. The gaps are the same. Are you worthy of this tattered cloak? Fight? Fight with the humblest dream. To the whimpering and roaring in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes. They said to stop your madness. Just like wiping away the dirt, they said to go up the stairs. And the price is bowing. Then let me not take advantage of the wind. You are also proud of that kind of solitary courage. Who said that those who play ordinary games are not heroes? I love you walking alone in a dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love you who have faced despair and refuse to cry. I love your tattered clothes but dare to block the gun of fate. I love you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Is it worthy to fight with this ragged cloak? Fight with the humblest dream to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? They say that you have to go up the steps and the price is to bow your head. Then let me not take advantage of the wind. You are also proud of your solitary courage. Who said that an ordinary player is not a hero? I love you walking alone in a dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your ragged clothes, but you dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Go, is it worthy of this tattered cloak? Fight, with the humblest dream, to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? Your mottledness is different. Your silence is deafening. I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love that you persisted through despair and refused to cry. I love that you come from the wilderness. I will not borrow anyone's light in my life. You will build your city on top of the ruins. Go, go, with the humblest dream. Fight? Fight with the most lofty dream. To the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes?

125 扶 Adou Who Can Afford It LiquorHistorical2.9M Wordscompleted 2.9kReads8.8Score384Shelves

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The red sun rises, its path is bright, the river flows out, the vast ocean lurks, the dragon soars into the abyss, the scale claws fly, the tiger roars, the valley is full of beasts, and the young man has his own mad body, like a mountain and river, with a straight spine. I dare to measure the sun and the moon again. Now I am the only young man. I dare to ask the world to test my edge. Who can stop me from overcoming thorns and thorns? The world laughs at me. I strive to live up to my youth. The general has his own achievements, his sky is bright, his ground is yellow, his journey is as long as the sea, and the future is as long as the sun. A young man has his own youthful madness. His body is like mountains and rivers, his backbone is upright, and I dare to measure the sun and the moon again. Today, I am the only young man who dares to ask the world to try. Who can stop me? The sky is high, the sea is vast, and the country is thousands of miles long. The young Chinese people are full of energy and strive to be strong, and they will live up to their youth. They will work hard to be the pillars, and they will live up to their youth. People who don't want to be slaves will build our new Great Wall with our flesh and blood. The Chinese nation has reached its most dangerous time. Everyone is forced to give out the last roar. Get up, get up. We are united and brave the enemy's artillery to advance. Brave the enemy's artillery. Advance, advance. In this world where the ax has split the world, there are people who don't want to be slaves. Here are the full lyrics (official version) of "The Lonely Brave Man" sung by Eason Chan: --- The Lonely Brave Man Singer: Eason Chan Lyricist: Tang Tian Composer: Qian Lei They are all brave. The wound on your forehead, your difference, the mistakes you make, you don't have to hide your worn-out doll, your mask, your self. They say, bring the light to tame every monster. They say, I need to stitch up your wounds. No one loves clowns. Why is it lonely? Not glorious. People are only imperfect and worthy of praise. Who said that people covered in mud are not heroes? I love you walking alone in dark alleys. I love your appearance without kneeling. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes but dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Do you want to go? Do you deserve this tattered cloak? Fight, fight. With the humblest dream, to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes. They said that they have to stop your madness. It is like wiping away the dirt. They said that you have to go up the steps, and the price is to lower your head. Then let me not ride the wind. You are also proud, that kind of solitary courage. Who said that those who play ordinary games are not heroes? I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love your appearance of not kneeling. I love you who have stood up to despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes. But dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Go. Go. Fight with the humblest dream. Fight with the most aloof dream. To the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? Your mottledness is different. Your silence is deafening. You Are The Hero. I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love your appearance of not kneeling. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love you from the wilderness. Don't borrow anyone's light in your life. You will build your city on the ruins. Go, go, fight with the humblest dream. Fight, fight with the most lofty dream, to the whimpering and roaring in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes --- [Hey, there are no quiet years, it's just that some people are moving forward with a heavy load. There are no quiet years, there are always people carrying forward the burden. They are all brave. The wound on your forehead, your differences, and your mistakes don't have to be hidden. Your worn-out doll, your mask, your self. They say to tame every monster with light. They say to sew up your wounds. No one loves clowns. Why is loneliness not glorious? People are only worthy of praise for their imperfections. Who says that being covered in mud is not a hero. I love you when you walk alone in a dark alley. I love how you don't kneel. I love that you have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes. But dare to block the gun of fate. I love you so much like me. The gaps are the same. Are you worthy of this tattered cloak? Fight? Fight with the humblest dream. To the whimpering and roaring in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes. They said to stop your madness. Just like wiping away the dirt, they said to go up the stairs. And the price is bowing. Then let me not take advantage of the wind. You are also proud of that kind of solitary courage. Who said that those who play ordinary games are not heroes? I love you walking alone in a dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love you who have faced despair and refuse to cry. I love your tattered clothes but dare to block the gun of fate. I love you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Is it worthy to fight with this ragged cloak? Fight with the humblest dream to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? They say that you have to go up the steps and the price is to bow your head. Then let me not take advantage of the wind. You are also proud of your solitary courage. Who said that an ordinary player is not a hero? I love you walking alone in a dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your ragged clothes, but you dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Go, is it worthy of this tattered cloak? Fight, with the humblest dream, to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? Your mottledness is different. Your silence is deafening. I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love that you persisted through despair and refused to cry. I love that you come from the wilderness. I will not borrow anyone's light in my life. You will build your city on top of the ruins. Go, go, with the humblest dream. Fight? Fight with the most lofty dream. To the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes?

126 大 Daming: I Am a Firearms Designer Persimmons Are PoisonousHistorical2.2M Wordscompleted 30.7kReads9.1Score3.9kShelves

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The red sun rises, its path is bright, the river flows out, the vast ocean lurks, the dragon soars into the abyss, the scale claws fly, the tiger roars, the valley is full of beasts, and the young man has his own mad body, like a mountain and river, with a straight spine. I dare to measure the sun and the moon again. Now I am the only young man. I dare to ask the world to test my edge. Who can stop me from overcoming thorns and thorns? The world laughs at me. I strive to live up to my youth. The general has his own achievements, his sky is bright, his ground is yellow, his journey is as long as the sea, and the future is as long as the sun. A young man has his own youthful madness. His body is like mountains and rivers, his backbone is upright, and I dare to measure the sun and the moon again. Today, I am the only young man who dares to ask the world to try. Who can stop me? The sky is high, the sea is vast, and the country is thousands of miles long. The young Chinese people are full of energy and strive to be strong, and they will live up to their youth. They will work hard to be the pillars, and they will live up to their youth. People who don't want to be slaves will build our new Great Wall with our flesh and blood. The Chinese nation has reached its most dangerous time. Everyone is forced to give out the last roar. Get up, get up. We are united and brave the enemy's artillery to advance. Brave the enemy's artillery. Advance, advance. In this world where the ax has split the world, there are people who don't want to be slaves. Here are the full lyrics (official version) of "The Lonely Brave Man" sung by Eason Chan: --- The Lonely Brave Man Singer: Eason Chan Lyricist: Tang Tian Composer: Qian Lei They are all brave. The wound on your forehead, your difference, the mistakes you make, you don't have to hide your worn-out doll, your mask, your self. They say, bring the light to tame every monster. They say, I need to stitch up your wounds. No one loves clowns. Why is it lonely? Not glorious. People are only imperfect and worthy of praise. Who said that people covered in mud are not heroes? I love you walking alone in dark alleys. I love your appearance without kneeling. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes but dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Do you want to go? Do you deserve this tattered cloak? Fight, fight. With the humblest dream, to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes. They said that they have to stop your madness. It is like wiping away the dirt. They said that you have to go up the steps, and the price is to lower your head. Then let me not ride the wind. You are also proud, that kind of solitary courage. Who said that those who play ordinary games are not heroes? I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love your appearance of not kneeling. I love you who have stood up to despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes. But dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Go. Go. Fight with the humblest dream. Fight with the most aloof dream. To the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? Your mottledness is different. Your silence is deafening. You Are The Hero. I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love your appearance of not kneeling. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love you from the wilderness. Don't borrow anyone's light in your life. You will build your city on the ruins. Go, go, fight with the humblest dream. Fight, fight with the most lofty dream, to the whimpering and roaring in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes --- [Hey, there are no quiet years, it's just that some people are moving forward with a heavy load. There are no quiet years, there are always people carrying forward the burden. They are all brave. The wound on your forehead, your differences, and your mistakes don't have to be hidden. Your worn-out doll, your mask, your self. They say to tame every monster with light. They say to sew up your wounds. No one loves clowns. Why is loneliness not glorious? People are only worthy of praise for their imperfections. Who says that being covered in mud is not a hero. I love you when you walk alone in a dark alley. I love how you don't kneel. I love that you have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes. But dare to block the gun of fate. I love you so much like me. The gaps are the same. Are you worthy of this tattered cloak? Fight? Fight with the humblest dream. To the whimpering and roaring in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes. They said to stop your madness. Just like wiping away the dirt, they said to go up the stairs. And the price is bowing. Then let me not take advantage of the wind. You are also proud of that kind of solitary courage. Who said that those who play ordinary games are not heroes? I love you walking alone in a dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love you who have faced despair and refuse to cry. I love your tattered clothes but dare to block the gun of fate. I love you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Is it worthy to fight with this ragged cloak? Fight with the humblest dream to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? They say that you have to go up the steps and the price is to bow your head. Then let me not take advantage of the wind. You are also proud of your solitary courage. Who said that an ordinary player is not a hero? I love you walking alone in a dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your ragged clothes, but you dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Go, is it worthy of this tattered cloak? Fight, with the humblest dream, to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? Your mottledness is different. Your silence is deafening. I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love that you persisted through despair and refused to cry. I love that you come from the wilderness. I will not borrow anyone's light in my life. You will build your city on top of the ruins. Go, go, with the humblest dream. Fight? Fight with the most lofty dream. To the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes?

127 亮 Bright Sword************ completed —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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The red sun rises, its path is bright, the river flows out, the vast ocean lurks, the dragon soars into the abyss, the scale claws fly, the tiger roars, the valley is full of beasts, and the young man has his own mad body, like a mountain and river, with a straight spine. I dare to measure the sun and the moon again. Now I am the only young man. I dare to ask the world to test my edge. Who can stop me from overcoming thorns and thorns? The world laughs at me. I strive to live up to my youth. The general has his own achievements, his sky is bright, his ground is yellow, his journey is as long as the sea, and the future is as long as the sun. A young man has his own youthful madness. His body is like mountains and rivers, his backbone is upright, and I dare to measure the sun and the moon again. Today, I am the only young man who dares to ask the world to try. Who can stop me? The sky is high, the sea is vast, and the country is thousands of miles long. The young Chinese people are full of energy and strive to be strong, and they will live up to their youth. They will work hard to be the pillars, and they will live up to their youth. People who don't want to be slaves will build our new Great Wall with our flesh and blood. The Chinese nation has reached its most dangerous time. Everyone is forced to give out the last roar. Get up, get up. We are united and brave the enemy's artillery to advance. Brave the enemy's artillery. Advance, advance. In this world where the ax has split the world, there are people who don't want to be slaves. Here are the full lyrics (official version) of "The Lonely Brave Man" sung by Eason Chan: --- The Lonely Brave Man Singer: Eason Chan Lyricist: Tang Tian Composer: Qian Lei They are all brave. The wound on your forehead, your difference, the mistakes you make, you don't have to hide your worn-out doll, your mask, your self. They say, bring the light to tame every monster. They say, I need to stitch up your wounds. No one loves clowns. Why is it lonely? Not glorious. People are only imperfect and worthy of praise. Who said that people covered in mud are not heroes? I love you walking alone in dark alleys. I love your appearance without kneeling. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes but dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Do you want to go? Do you deserve this tattered cloak? Fight, fight. With the humblest dream, to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes. They said that they have to stop your madness. It is like wiping away the dirt. They said that you have to go up the steps, and the price is to lower your head. Then let me not ride the wind. You are also proud, that kind of solitary courage. Who said that those who play ordinary games are not heroes? I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love your appearance of not kneeling. I love you who have stood up to despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes. But dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Go. Go. Fight with the humblest dream. Fight with the most aloof dream. To the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? Your mottledness is different. Your silence is deafening. You Are The Hero. I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love your appearance of not kneeling. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love you from the wilderness. Don't borrow anyone's light in your life. You will build your city on the ruins. Go, go, fight with the humblest dream. Fight, fight with the most lofty dream, to the whimpering and roaring in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes --- [Hey, there are no quiet years, it's just that some people are moving forward with a heavy load. There are no quiet years, there are always people carrying forward the burden. They are all brave. The wound on your forehead, your differences, and your mistakes don't have to be hidden. Your worn-out doll, your mask, your self. They say to tame every monster with light. They say to sew up your wounds. No one loves clowns. Why is loneliness not glorious? People are only worthy of praise for their imperfections. Who says that being covered in mud is not a hero. I love you when you walk alone in a dark alley. I love how you don't kneel. I love that you have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes. But dare to block the gun of fate. I love you so much like me. The gaps are the same. Are you worthy of this tattered cloak? Fight? Fight with the humblest dream. To the whimpering and roaring in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes. They said to stop your madness. Just like wiping away the dirt, they said to go up the stairs. And the price is bowing. Then let me not take advantage of the wind. You are also proud of that kind of solitary courage. Who said that those who play ordinary games are not heroes? I love you walking alone in a dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love you who have faced despair and refuse to cry. I love your tattered clothes but dare to block the gun of fate. I love you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Is it worthy to fight with this ragged cloak? Fight with the humblest dream to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? They say that you have to go up the steps and the price is to bow your head. Then let me not take advantage of the wind. You are also proud of your solitary courage. Who said that an ordinary player is not a hero? I love you walking alone in a dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your ragged clothes, but you dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Go, is it worthy of this tattered cloak? Fight, with the humblest dream, to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? Your mottledness is different. Your silence is deafening. I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love that you persisted through despair and refused to cry. I love that you come from the wilderness. I will not borrow anyone's light in my life. You will build your city on top of the ruins. Go, go, with the humblest dream. Fight? Fight with the most lofty dream. To the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes?

128 亮 Bright Sword: Starting from Traveling Through Zhao Gang Night Rain and SorrowUrban1.1M Wordscompleted 6.2kReads8.7Score510Shelves

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The red sun rises, its path is bright, the river flows out, the vast ocean lurks, the dragon soars into the abyss, the scale claws fly, the tiger roars, the valley is full of beasts, and the young man has his own mad body, like a mountain and river, with a straight spine. I dare to measure the sun and the moon again. Now I am the only young man. I dare to ask the world to test my edge. Who can stop me from overcoming thorns and thorns? The world laughs at me. I strive to live up to my youth. The general has his own achievements, his sky is bright, his ground is yellow, his journey is as long as the sea, and the future is as long as the sun. A young man has his own youthful madness. His body is like mountains and rivers, his backbone is upright, and I dare to measure the sun and the moon again. Today, I am the only young man who dares to ask the world to try. Who can stop me? The sky is high, the sea is vast, and the country is thousands of miles long. The young Chinese people are full of energy and strive to be strong, and they will live up to their youth. They will work hard to be the pillars, and they will live up to their youth. People who don't want to be slaves will build our new Great Wall with our flesh and blood. The Chinese nation has reached its most dangerous time. Everyone is forced to give out the last roar. Get up, get up. We are united and brave the enemy's artillery to advance. Brave the enemy's artillery. Advance, advance. In this world where the ax has split the world, there are people who don't want to be slaves. Here are the full lyrics (official version) of "The Lonely Brave Man" sung by Eason Chan: --- The Lonely Brave Man Singer: Eason Chan Lyricist: Tang Tian Composer: Qian Lei They are all brave. The wound on your forehead, your difference, the mistakes you make, you don't have to hide your worn-out doll, your mask, your self. They say, bring the light to tame every monster. They say, I need to stitch up your wounds. No one loves clowns. Why is it lonely? Not glorious. People are only imperfect and worthy of praise. Who said that people covered in mud are not heroes? I love you walking alone in dark alleys. I love your appearance without kneeling. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes but dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Do you want to go? Do you deserve this tattered cloak? Fight, fight. With the humblest dream, to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes. They said that they have to stop your madness. It is like wiping away the dirt. They said that you have to go up the steps, and the price is to lower your head. Then let me not ride the wind. You are also proud, that kind of solitary courage. Who said that those who play ordinary games are not heroes? I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love your appearance of not kneeling. I love you who have stood up to despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes. But dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Go. Go. Fight with the humblest dream. Fight with the most aloof dream. To the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? Your mottledness is different. Your silence is deafening. You Are The Hero. I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love your appearance of not kneeling. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love you from the wilderness. Don't borrow anyone's light in your life. You will build your city on the ruins. Go, go, fight with the humblest dream. Fight, fight with the most lofty dream, to the whimpering and roaring in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes --- [Hey, there are no quiet years, it's just that some people are moving forward with a heavy load. There are no quiet years, there are always people carrying forward the burden. They are all brave. The wound on your forehead, your differences, and your mistakes don't have to be hidden. Your worn-out doll, your mask, your self. They say to tame every monster with light. They say to sew up your wounds. No one loves clowns. Why is loneliness not glorious? People are only worthy of praise for their imperfections. Who says that being covered in mud is not a hero. I love you when you walk alone in a dark alley. I love how you don't kneel. I love that you have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes. But dare to block the gun of fate. I love you so much like me. The gaps are the same. Are you worthy of this tattered cloak? Fight? Fight with the humblest dream. To the whimpering and roaring in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes. They said to stop your madness. Just like wiping away the dirt, they said to go up the stairs. And the price is bowing. Then let me not take advantage of the wind. You are also proud of that kind of solitary courage. Who said that those who play ordinary games are not heroes? I love you walking alone in a dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love you who have faced despair and refuse to cry. I love your tattered clothes but dare to block the gun of fate. I love you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Is it worthy to fight with this ragged cloak? Fight with the humblest dream to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? They say that you have to go up the steps and the price is to bow your head. Then let me not take advantage of the wind. You are also proud of your solitary courage. Who said that an ordinary player is not a hero? I love you walking alone in a dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your ragged clothes, but you dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Go, is it worthy of this tattered cloak? Fight, with the humblest dream, to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? Your mottledness is different. Your silence is deafening. I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love that you persisted through despair and refused to cry. I love that you come from the wilderness. I will not borrow anyone's light in my life. You will build your city on top of the ruins. Go, go, with the humblest dream. Fight? Fight with the most lofty dream. To the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes?

129 最 The Most Powerful Student Works Part-Time to Rectify Heaven and Earth Qi YiMystery2.0M Wordscompleted 44.8kReads9.1Score6.5kShelves

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The red sun rises, its path is bright, the river flows out, the vast ocean lurks, the dragon soars into the abyss, the scale claws fly, the tiger roars, the valley is full of beasts, and the young man has his own mad body, like a mountain and river, with a straight spine. I dare to measure the sun and the moon again. Now I am the only young man. I dare to ask the world to test my edge. Who can stop me from overcoming thorns and thorns? The world laughs at me. I strive to live up to my youth. The general has his own achievements, his sky is bright, his ground is yellow, his journey is as long as the sea, and the future is as long as the sun. A young man has his own youthful madness. His body is like mountains and rivers, his backbone is upright, and I dare to measure the sun and the moon again. Today, I am the only young man who dares to ask the world to try. Who can stop me? The sky is high, the sea is vast, and the country is thousands of miles long. The young Chinese people are full of energy and strive to be strong, and they will live up to their youth. They will work hard to be the pillars, and they will live up to their youth. People who don't want to be slaves will build our new Great Wall with our flesh and blood. The Chinese nation has reached its most dangerous time. Everyone is forced to give out the last roar. Get up, get up. We are united and brave the enemy's artillery to advance. Brave the enemy's artillery. Advance, advance. In this world where the ax has split the world, there are people who don't want to be slaves. Here are the full lyrics (official version) of "The Lonely Brave Man" sung by Eason Chan: --- The Lonely Brave Man Singer: Eason Chan Lyricist: Tang Tian Composer: Qian Lei They are all brave. The wound on your forehead, your difference, the mistakes you make, you don't have to hide your worn-out doll, your mask, your self. They say, bring the light to tame every monster. They say, I need to stitch up your wounds. No one loves clowns. Why is it lonely? Not glorious. People are only imperfect and worthy of praise. Who said that people covered in mud are not heroes? I love you walking alone in dark alleys. I love your appearance without kneeling. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes but dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Do you want to go? Do you deserve this tattered cloak? Fight, fight. With the humblest dream, to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes. They said that they have to stop your madness. It is like wiping away the dirt. They said that you have to go up the steps, and the price is to lower your head. Then let me not ride the wind. You are also proud, that kind of solitary courage. Who said that those who play ordinary games are not heroes? I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love your appearance of not kneeling. I love you who have stood up to despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes. But dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Go. Go. Fight with the humblest dream. Fight with the most aloof dream. To the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? Your mottledness is different. Your silence is deafening. You Are The Hero. I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love your appearance of not kneeling. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love you from the wilderness. Don't borrow anyone's light in your life. You will build your city on the ruins. Go, go, fight with the humblest dream. Fight, fight with the most lofty dream, to the whimpering and roaring in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes --- [Hey, there are no quiet years, it's just that some people are moving forward with a heavy load. There are no quiet years, there are always people carrying forward the burden. They are all brave. The wound on your forehead, your differences, and your mistakes don't have to be hidden. Your worn-out doll, your mask, your self. They say to tame every monster with light. They say to sew up your wounds. No one loves clowns. Why is loneliness not glorious? People are only worthy of praise for their imperfections. Who says that being covered in mud is not a hero. I love you when you walk alone in a dark alley. I love how you don't kneel. I love that you have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes. But dare to block the gun of fate. I love you so much like me. The gaps are the same. Are you worthy of this tattered cloak? Fight? Fight with the humblest dream. To the whimpering and roaring in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes. They said to stop your madness. Just like wiping away the dirt, they said to go up the stairs. And the price is bowing. Then let me not take advantage of the wind. You are also proud of that kind of solitary courage. Who said that those who play ordinary games are not heroes? I love you walking alone in a dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love you who have faced despair and refuse to cry. I love your tattered clothes but dare to block the gun of fate. I love you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Is it worthy to fight with this ragged cloak? Fight with the humblest dream to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? They say that you have to go up the steps and the price is to bow your head. Then let me not take advantage of the wind. You are also proud of your solitary courage. Who said that an ordinary player is not a hero? I love you walking alone in a dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your ragged clothes, but you dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Go, is it worthy of this tattered cloak? Fight, with the humblest dream, to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? Your mottledness is different. Your silence is deafening. I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love that you persisted through despair and refused to cry. I love that you come from the wilderness. I will not borrow anyone's light in my life. You will build your city on top of the ruins. Go, go, with the humblest dream. Fight? Fight with the most lofty dream. To the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes?

130 帝 Imperial System Card Making, I Have Five Thousand Years of Experience in China Lion Versus RabbitUrban3.3M Wordsongoing 28.4kReads8.5Score4.1kShelves

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The red sun rises, its path is bright, the river flows out, the vast ocean lurks, the dragon soars into the abyss, the scale claws fly, the tiger roars, the valley is full of beasts, and the young man has his own mad body, like a mountain and river, with a straight spine. I dare to measure the sun and the moon again. Now I am the only young man. I dare to ask the world to test my edge. Who can stop me from overcoming thorns and thorns? The world laughs at me. I strive to live up to my youth. The general has his own achievements, his sky is bright, his ground is yellow, his journey is as long as the sea, and the future is as long as the sun. A young man has his own youthful madness. His body is like mountains and rivers, his backbone is upright, and I dare to measure the sun and the moon again. Today, I am the only young man who dares to ask the world to try. Who can stop me? The sky is high, the sea is vast, and the country is thousands of miles long. The young Chinese people are full of energy and strive to be strong, and they will live up to their youth. They will work hard to be the pillars, and they will live up to their youth. People who don't want to be slaves will build our new Great Wall with our flesh and blood. The Chinese nation has reached its most dangerous time. Everyone is forced to give out the last roar. Get up, get up. We are united and brave the enemy's artillery to advance. Brave the enemy's artillery. Advance, advance. In this world where the ax has split the world, there are people who don't want to be slaves. Here are the full lyrics (official version) of "The Lonely Brave Man" sung by Eason Chan: --- The Lonely Brave Man Singer: Eason Chan Lyricist: Tang Tian Composer: Qian Lei They are all brave. The wound on your forehead, your difference, the mistakes you make, you don't have to hide your worn-out doll, your mask, your self. They say, bring the light to tame every monster. They say, I need to stitch up your wounds. No one loves clowns. Why is it lonely? Not glorious. People are only imperfect and worthy of praise. Who said that people covered in mud are not heroes? I love you walking alone in dark alleys. I love your appearance without kneeling. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes but dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Do you want to go? Do you deserve this tattered cloak? Fight, fight. With the humblest dream, to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes. They said that they have to stop your madness. It is like wiping away the dirt. They said that you have to go up the steps, and the price is to lower your head. Then let me not ride the wind. You are also proud, that kind of solitary courage. Who said that those who play ordinary games are not heroes? I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love your appearance of not kneeling. I love you who have stood up to despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes. But dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Go. Go. Fight with the humblest dream. Fight with the most aloof dream. To the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? Your mottledness is different. Your silence is deafening. You Are The Hero. I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love your appearance of not kneeling. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love you from the wilderness. Don't borrow anyone's light in your life. You will build your city on the ruins. Go, go, fight with the humblest dream. Fight, fight with the most lofty dream, to the whimpering and roaring in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes --- [Hey, there are no quiet years, it's just that some people are moving forward with a heavy load. There are no quiet years, there are always people carrying forward the burden. They are all brave. The wound on your forehead, your differences, and your mistakes don't have to be hidden. Your worn-out doll, your mask, your self. They say to tame every monster with light. They say to sew up your wounds. No one loves clowns. Why is loneliness not glorious? People are only worthy of praise for their imperfections. Who says that being covered in mud is not a hero. I love you when you walk alone in a dark alley. I love how you don't kneel. I love that you have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes. But dare to block the gun of fate. I love you so much like me. The gaps are the same. Are you worthy of this tattered cloak? Fight? Fight with the humblest dream. To the whimpering and roaring in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes. They said to stop your madness. Just like wiping away the dirt, they said to go up the stairs. And the price is bowing. Then let me not take advantage of the wind. You are also proud of that kind of solitary courage. Who said that those who play ordinary games are not heroes? I love you walking alone in a dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love you who have faced despair and refuse to cry. I love your tattered clothes but dare to block the gun of fate. I love you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Is it worthy to fight with this ragged cloak? Fight with the humblest dream to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? They say that you have to go up the steps and the price is to bow your head. Then let me not take advantage of the wind. You are also proud of your solitary courage. Who said that an ordinary player is not a hero? I love you walking alone in a dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your ragged clothes, but you dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Go, is it worthy of this tattered cloak? Fight, with the humblest dream, to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? Your mottledness is different. Your silence is deafening. I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love that you persisted through despair and refused to cry. I love that you come from the wilderness. I will not borrow anyone's light in my life. You will build your city on top of the ruins. Go, go, with the humblest dream. Fight? Fight with the most lofty dream. To the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes?

131 重 Rebirth********** Civilized Observer Delivering FoodUrban1.1M Wordscompleted 32Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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The red sun rises, its path is bright, the river flows out, the vast ocean lurks, the dragon soars into the abyss, the scale claws fly, the tiger roars, the valley is full of beasts, and the young man has his own mad body, like a mountain and river, with a straight spine. I dare to measure the sun and the moon again. Now I am the only young man. I dare to ask the world to test my edge. Who can stop me from overcoming thorns and thorns? The world laughs at me. I strive to live up to my youth. The general has his own achievements, his sky is bright, his ground is yellow, his journey is as long as the sea, and the future is as long as the sun. A young man has his own youthful madness. His body is like mountains and rivers, his backbone is upright, and I dare to measure the sun and the moon again. Today, I am the only young man who dares to ask the world to try. Who can stop me? The sky is high, the sea is vast, and the country is thousands of miles long. The young Chinese people are full of energy and strive to be strong, and they will live up to their youth. They will work hard to be the pillars, and they will live up to their youth. People who don't want to be slaves will build our new Great Wall with our flesh and blood. The Chinese nation has reached its most dangerous time. Everyone is forced to give out the last roar. Get up, get up. We are united and brave the enemy's artillery to advance. Brave the enemy's artillery. Advance, advance. In this world where the ax has split the world, there are people who don't want to be slaves. Here are the full lyrics (official version) of "The Lonely Brave Man" sung by Eason Chan: --- The Lonely Brave Man Singer: Eason Chan Lyricist: Tang Tian Composer: Qian Lei They are all brave. The wound on your forehead, your difference, the mistakes you make, you don't have to hide your worn-out doll, your mask, your self. They say, bring the light to tame every monster. They say, I need to stitch up your wounds. No one loves clowns. Why is it lonely? Not glorious. People are only imperfect and worthy of praise. Who said that people covered in mud are not heroes? I love you walking alone in dark alleys. I love your appearance without kneeling. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes but dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Do you want to go? Do you deserve this tattered cloak? Fight, fight. With the humblest dream, to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes. They said that they have to stop your madness. It is like wiping away the dirt. They said that you have to go up the steps, and the price is to lower your head. Then let me not ride the wind. You are also proud, that kind of solitary courage. Who said that those who play ordinary games are not heroes? I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love your appearance of not kneeling. I love you who have stood up to despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes. But dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Go. Go. Fight with the humblest dream. Fight with the most aloof dream. To the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? Your mottledness is different. Your silence is deafening. You Are The Hero. I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love your appearance of not kneeling. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love you from the wilderness. Don't borrow anyone's light in your life. You will build your city on the ruins. Go, go, fight with the humblest dream. Fight, fight with the most lofty dream, to the whimpering and roaring in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes --- [Hey, there are no quiet years, it's just that some people are moving forward with a heavy load. There are no quiet years, there are always people carrying forward the burden. They are all brave. The wound on your forehead, your differences, and your mistakes don't have to be hidden. Your worn-out doll, your mask, your self. They say to tame every monster with light. They say to sew up your wounds. No one loves clowns. Why is loneliness not glorious? People are only worthy of praise for their imperfections. Who says that being covered in mud is not a hero. I love you when you walk alone in a dark alley. I love how you don't kneel. I love that you have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes. But dare to block the gun of fate. I love you so much like me. The gaps are the same. Are you worthy of this tattered cloak? Fight? Fight with the humblest dream. To the whimpering and roaring in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes. They said to stop your madness. Just like wiping away the dirt, they said to go up the stairs. And the price is bowing. Then let me not take advantage of the wind. You are also proud of that kind of solitary courage. Who said that those who play ordinary games are not heroes? I love you walking alone in a dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love you who have faced despair and refuse to cry. I love your tattered clothes but dare to block the gun of fate. I love you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Is it worthy to fight with this ragged cloak? Fight with the humblest dream to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? They say that you have to go up the steps and the price is to bow your head. Then let me not take advantage of the wind. You are also proud of your solitary courage. Who said that an ordinary player is not a hero? I love you walking alone in a dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your ragged clothes, but you dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Go, is it worthy of this tattered cloak? Fight, with the humblest dream, to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? Your mottledness is different. Your silence is deafening. I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love that you persisted through despair and refused to cry. I love that you come from the wilderness. I will not borrow anyone's light in my life. You will build your city on top of the ruins. Go, go, with the humblest dream. Fight? Fight with the most lofty dream. To the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes?

132 亮 Liang Jian: My Independent Regiment Has an Army of One Million! Lingnan Zhuo YulangUrban352k Wordscompleted 113Reads—Score—Shelves

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The red sun rises, its path is bright, the river flows out, the vast ocean lurks, the dragon soars into the abyss, the scale claws fly, the tiger roars, the valley is full of beasts, and the young man has his own mad body, like a mountain and river, with a straight spine. I dare to measure the sun and the moon again. Now I am the only young man. I dare to ask the world to test my edge. Who can stop me from overcoming thorns and thorns? The world laughs at me. I strive to live up to my youth. The general has his own achievements, his sky is bright, his ground is yellow, his journey is as long as the sea, and the future is as long as the sun. A young man has his own youthful madness. His body is like mountains and rivers, his backbone is upright, and I dare to measure the sun and the moon again. Today, I am the only young man who dares to ask the world to try. Who can stop me? The sky is high, the sea is vast, and the country is thousands of miles long. The young Chinese people are full of energy and strive to be strong, and they will live up to their youth. They will work hard to be the pillars, and they will live up to their youth. People who don't want to be slaves will build our new Great Wall with our flesh and blood. The Chinese nation has reached its most dangerous time. Everyone is forced to give out the last roar. Get up, get up. We are united and brave the enemy's artillery to advance. Brave the enemy's artillery. Advance, advance. In this world where the ax has split the world, there are people who don't want to be slaves. Here are the full lyrics (official version) of "The Lonely Brave Man" sung by Eason Chan: --- The Lonely Brave Man Singer: Eason Chan Lyricist: Tang Tian Composer: Qian Lei They are all brave. The wound on your forehead, your difference, the mistakes you make, you don't have to hide your worn-out doll, your mask, your self. They say, bring the light to tame every monster. They say, I need to stitch up your wounds. No one loves clowns. Why is it lonely? Not glorious. People are only imperfect and worthy of praise. Who said that people covered in mud are not heroes? I love you walking alone in dark alleys. I love your appearance without kneeling. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes but dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Do you want to go? Do you deserve this tattered cloak? Fight, fight. With the humblest dream, to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes. They said that they have to stop your madness. It is like wiping away the dirt. They said that you have to go up the steps, and the price is to lower your head. Then let me not ride the wind. You are also proud, that kind of solitary courage. Who said that those who play ordinary games are not heroes? I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love your appearance of not kneeling. I love you who have stood up to despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes. But dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Go. Go. Fight with the humblest dream. Fight with the most aloof dream. To the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? Your mottledness is different. Your silence is deafening. You Are The Hero. I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love your appearance of not kneeling. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love you from the wilderness. Don't borrow anyone's light in your life. You will build your city on the ruins. Go, go, fight with the humblest dream. Fight, fight with the most lofty dream, to the whimpering and roaring in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes --- [Hey, there are no quiet years, it's just that some people are moving forward with a heavy load. There are no quiet years, there are always people carrying forward the burden. They are all brave. The wound on your forehead, your differences, and your mistakes don't have to be hidden. Your worn-out doll, your mask, your self. They say to tame every monster with light. They say to sew up your wounds. No one loves clowns. Why is loneliness not glorious? People are only worthy of praise for their imperfections. Who says that being covered in mud is not a hero. I love you when you walk alone in a dark alley. I love how you don't kneel. I love that you have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes. But dare to block the gun of fate. I love you so much like me. The gaps are the same. Are you worthy of this tattered cloak? Fight? Fight with the humblest dream. To the whimpering and roaring in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes. They said to stop your madness. Just like wiping away the dirt, they said to go up the stairs. And the price is bowing. Then let me not take advantage of the wind. You are also proud of that kind of solitary courage. Who said that those who play ordinary games are not heroes? I love you walking alone in a dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love you who have faced despair and refuse to cry. I love your tattered clothes but dare to block the gun of fate. I love you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Is it worthy to fight with this ragged cloak? Fight with the humblest dream to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? They say that you have to go up the steps and the price is to bow your head. Then let me not take advantage of the wind. You are also proud of your solitary courage. Who said that an ordinary player is not a hero? I love you walking alone in a dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your ragged clothes, but you dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Go, is it worthy of this tattered cloak? Fight, with the humblest dream, to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? Your mottledness is different. Your silence is deafening. I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love that you persisted through despair and refused to cry. I love that you come from the wilderness. I will not borrow anyone's light in my life. You will build your city on top of the ruins. Go, go, with the humblest dream. Fight? Fight with the most lofty dream. To the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes?

133 消 Firefighters: Retrograde in the Fire, Touching the Whole Network Misty ImmortalUrban359k Wordscompleted 843Reads8.8Score130Shelves

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The red sun rises, its path is bright, the river flows out, the vast ocean lurks, the dragon soars into the abyss, the scale claws fly, the tiger roars, the valley is full of beasts, and the young man has his own mad body, like a mountain and river, with a straight spine. I dare to measure the sun and the moon again. Now I am the only young man. I dare to ask the world to test my edge. Who can stop me from overcoming thorns and thorns? The world laughs at me. I strive to live up to my youth. The general has his own achievements, his sky is bright, his ground is yellow, his journey is as long as the sea, and the future is as long as the sun. A young man has his own youthful madness. His body is like mountains and rivers, his backbone is upright, and I dare to measure the sun and the moon again. Today, I am the only young man who dares to ask the world to try. Who can stop me? The sky is high, the sea is vast, and the country is thousands of miles long. The young Chinese people are full of energy and strive to be strong, and they will live up to their youth. They will work hard to be the pillars, and they will live up to their youth. People who don't want to be slaves will build our new Great Wall with our flesh and blood. The Chinese nation has reached its most dangerous time. Everyone is forced to give out the last roar. Get up, get up. We are united and brave the enemy's artillery to advance. Brave the enemy's artillery. Advance, advance. In this world where the ax has split the world, there are people who don't want to be slaves. Here are the full lyrics (official version) of "The Lonely Brave Man" sung by Eason Chan: --- The Lonely Brave Man Singer: Eason Chan Lyricist: Tang Tian Composer: Qian Lei They are all brave. The wound on your forehead, your difference, the mistakes you make, you don't have to hide your worn-out doll, your mask, your self. They say, bring the light to tame every monster. They say, I need to stitch up your wounds. No one loves clowns. Why is it lonely? Not glorious. People are only imperfect and worthy of praise. Who said that people covered in mud are not heroes? I love you walking alone in dark alleys. I love your appearance without kneeling. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes but dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Do you want to go? Do you deserve this tattered cloak? Fight, fight. With the humblest dream, to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes. They said that they have to stop your madness. It is like wiping away the dirt. They said that you have to go up the steps, and the price is to lower your head. Then let me not ride the wind. You are also proud, that kind of solitary courage. Who said that those who play ordinary games are not heroes? I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love your appearance of not kneeling. I love you who have stood up to despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes. But dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Go. Go. Fight with the humblest dream. Fight with the most aloof dream. To the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? Your mottledness is different. Your silence is deafening. You Are The Hero. I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love your appearance of not kneeling. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love you from the wilderness. Don't borrow anyone's light in your life. You will build your city on the ruins. Go, go, fight with the humblest dream. Fight, fight with the most lofty dream, to the whimpering and roaring in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes --- [Hey, there are no quiet years, it's just that some people are moving forward with a heavy load. There are no quiet years, there are always people carrying forward the burden. They are all brave. The wound on your forehead, your differences, and your mistakes don't have to be hidden. Your worn-out doll, your mask, your self. They say to tame every monster with light. They say to sew up your wounds. No one loves clowns. Why is loneliness not glorious? People are only worthy of praise for their imperfections. Who says that being covered in mud is not a hero. I love you when you walk alone in a dark alley. I love how you don't kneel. I love that you have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes. But dare to block the gun of fate. I love you so much like me. The gaps are the same. Are you worthy of this tattered cloak? Fight? Fight with the humblest dream. To the whimpering and roaring in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes. They said to stop your madness. Just like wiping away the dirt, they said to go up the stairs. And the price is bowing. Then let me not take advantage of the wind. You are also proud of that kind of solitary courage. Who said that those who play ordinary games are not heroes? I love you walking alone in a dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love you who have faced despair and refuse to cry. I love your tattered clothes but dare to block the gun of fate. I love you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Is it worthy to fight with this ragged cloak? Fight with the humblest dream to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? They say that you have to go up the steps and the price is to bow your head. Then let me not take advantage of the wind. You are also proud of your solitary courage. Who said that an ordinary player is not a hero? I love you walking alone in a dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your ragged clothes, but you dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Go, is it worthy of this tattered cloak? Fight, with the humblest dream, to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? Your mottledness is different. Your silence is deafening. I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love that you persisted through despair and refused to cry. I love that you come from the wilderness. I will not borrow anyone's light in my life. You will build your city on top of the ruins. Go, go, with the humblest dream. Fight? Fight with the most lofty dream. To the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes?

134 从 From Ten Years to the Dragon Scales of Heaven and Earth, the Whole Network Is Confused. Soaking Wolfberry in a Thermos CupUrban1.0M Wordscompleted 6.3kReads8.0Score568Shelves

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The red sun rises, its path is bright, the river flows out, the vast ocean lurks, the dragon soars into the abyss, the scale claws fly, the tiger roars, the valley is full of beasts, and the young man has his own mad body, like a mountain and river, with a straight spine. I dare to measure the sun and the moon again. Now I am the only young man. I dare to ask the world to test my edge. Who can stop me from overcoming thorns and thorns? The world laughs at me. I strive to live up to my youth. The general has his own achievements, his sky is bright, his ground is yellow, his journey is as long as the sea, and the future is as long as the sun. A young man has his own youthful madness. His body is like mountains and rivers, his backbone is upright, and I dare to measure the sun and the moon again. Today, I am the only young man who dares to ask the world to try. Who can stop me? The sky is high, the sea is vast, and the country is thousands of miles long. The young Chinese people are full of energy and strive to be strong, and they will live up to their youth. They will work hard to be the pillars, and they will live up to their youth. People who don't want to be slaves will build our new Great Wall with our flesh and blood. The Chinese nation has reached its most dangerous time. Everyone is forced to give out the last roar. Get up, get up. We are united and brave the enemy's artillery to advance. Brave the enemy's artillery. Advance, advance. In this world where the ax has split the world, there are people who don't want to be slaves. Here are the full lyrics (official version) of "The Lonely Brave Man" sung by Eason Chan: --- The Lonely Brave Man Singer: Eason Chan Lyricist: Tang Tian Composer: Qian Lei They are all brave. The wound on your forehead, your difference, the mistakes you make, you don't have to hide your worn-out doll, your mask, your self. They say, bring the light to tame every monster. They say, I need to stitch up your wounds. No one loves clowns. Why is it lonely? Not glorious. People are only imperfect and worthy of praise. Who said that people covered in mud are not heroes? I love you walking alone in dark alleys. I love your appearance without kneeling. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes but dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Do you want to go? Do you deserve this tattered cloak? Fight, fight. With the humblest dream, to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes. They said that they have to stop your madness. It is like wiping away the dirt. They said that you have to go up the steps, and the price is to lower your head. Then let me not ride the wind. You are also proud, that kind of solitary courage. Who said that those who play ordinary games are not heroes? I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love your appearance of not kneeling. I love you who have stood up to despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes. But dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Go. Go. Fight with the humblest dream. Fight with the most aloof dream. To the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? Your mottledness is different. Your silence is deafening. You Are The Hero. I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love your appearance of not kneeling. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love you from the wilderness. Don't borrow anyone's light in your life. You will build your city on the ruins. Go, go, fight with the humblest dream. Fight, fight with the most lofty dream, to the whimpering and roaring in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes --- [Hey, there are no quiet years, it's just that some people are moving forward with a heavy load. There are no quiet years, there are always people carrying forward the burden. They are all brave. The wound on your forehead, your differences, and your mistakes don't have to be hidden. Your worn-out doll, your mask, your self. They say to tame every monster with light. They say to sew up your wounds. No one loves clowns. Why is loneliness not glorious? People are only worthy of praise for their imperfections. Who says that being covered in mud is not a hero. I love you when you walk alone in a dark alley. I love how you don't kneel. I love that you have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes. But dare to block the gun of fate. I love you so much like me. The gaps are the same. Are you worthy of this tattered cloak? Fight? Fight with the humblest dream. To the whimpering and roaring in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes. They said to stop your madness. Just like wiping away the dirt, they said to go up the stairs. And the price is bowing. Then let me not take advantage of the wind. You are also proud of that kind of solitary courage. Who said that those who play ordinary games are not heroes? I love you walking alone in a dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love you who have faced despair and refuse to cry. I love your tattered clothes but dare to block the gun of fate. I love you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Is it worthy to fight with this ragged cloak? Fight with the humblest dream to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? They say that you have to go up the steps and the price is to bow your head. Then let me not take advantage of the wind. You are also proud of your solitary courage. Who said that an ordinary player is not a hero? I love you walking alone in a dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your ragged clothes, but you dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Go, is it worthy of this tattered cloak? Fight, with the humblest dream, to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? Your mottledness is different. Your silence is deafening. I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love that you persisted through despair and refused to cry. I love that you come from the wilderness. I will not borrow anyone's light in my life. You will build your city on top of the ruins. Go, go, with the humblest dream. Fight? Fight with the most lofty dream. To the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes?

135 洪 Prehistoric: Signed into Pangu's Heart, the Ancestral Witch Was Confused Infinite BeginningEastern Fantasy494k Wordscompleted 319Reads5.9Score—Shelves

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The red sun rises, its path is bright, the river flows out, the vast ocean lurks, the dragon soars into the abyss, the scale claws fly, the tiger roars, the valley is full of beasts, and the young man has his own mad body, like a mountain and river, with a straight spine. I dare to measure the sun and the moon again. Now I am the only young man. I dare to ask the world to test my edge. Who can stop me from overcoming thorns and thorns? The world laughs at me. I strive to live up to my youth. The general has his own achievements, his sky is bright, his ground is yellow, his journey is as long as the sea, and the future is as long as the sun. A young man has his own youthful madness. His body is like mountains and rivers, his backbone is upright, and I dare to measure the sun and the moon again. Today, I am the only young man who dares to ask the world to try. Who can stop me? The sky is high, the sea is vast, and the country is thousands of miles long. The young Chinese people are full of energy and strive to be strong, and they will live up to their youth. They will work hard to be the pillars, and they will live up to their youth. People who don't want to be slaves will build our new Great Wall with our flesh and blood. The Chinese nation has reached its most dangerous time. Everyone is forced to give out the last roar. Get up, get up. We are united and brave the enemy's artillery to advance. Brave the enemy's artillery. Advance, advance. In this world where the ax has split the world, there are people who don't want to be slaves. Here are the full lyrics (official version) of "The Lonely Brave Man" sung by Eason Chan: --- The Lonely Brave Man Singer: Eason Chan Lyricist: Tang Tian Composer: Qian Lei They are all brave. The wound on your forehead, your difference, the mistakes you make, you don't have to hide your worn-out doll, your mask, your self. They say, bring the light to tame every monster. They say, I need to stitch up your wounds. No one loves clowns. Why is it lonely? Not glorious. People are only imperfect and worthy of praise. Who said that people covered in mud are not heroes? I love you walking alone in dark alleys. I love your appearance without kneeling. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes but dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Do you want to go? Do you deserve this tattered cloak? Fight, fight. With the humblest dream, to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes. They said that they have to stop your madness. It is like wiping away the dirt. They said that you have to go up the steps, and the price is to lower your head. Then let me not ride the wind. You are also proud, that kind of solitary courage. Who said that those who play ordinary games are not heroes? I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love your appearance of not kneeling. I love you who have stood up to despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes. But dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Go. Go. Fight with the humblest dream. Fight with the most aloof dream. To the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? Your mottledness is different. Your silence is deafening. You Are The Hero. I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love your appearance of not kneeling. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love you from the wilderness. Don't borrow anyone's light in your life. You will build your city on the ruins. Go, go, fight with the humblest dream. Fight, fight with the most lofty dream, to the whimpering and roaring in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes --- [Hey, there are no quiet years, it's just that some people are moving forward with a heavy load. There are no quiet years, there are always people carrying forward the burden. They are all brave. The wound on your forehead, your differences, and your mistakes don't have to be hidden. Your worn-out doll, your mask, your self. They say to tame every monster with light. They say to sew up your wounds. No one loves clowns. Why is loneliness not glorious? People are only worthy of praise for their imperfections. Who says that being covered in mud is not a hero. I love you when you walk alone in a dark alley. I love how you don't kneel. I love that you have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes. But dare to block the gun of fate. I love you so much like me. The gaps are the same. Are you worthy of this tattered cloak? Fight? Fight with the humblest dream. To the whimpering and roaring in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes. They said to stop your madness. Just like wiping away the dirt, they said to go up the stairs. And the price is bowing. Then let me not take advantage of the wind. You are also proud of that kind of solitary courage. Who said that those who play ordinary games are not heroes? I love you walking alone in a dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love you who have faced despair and refuse to cry. I love your tattered clothes but dare to block the gun of fate. I love you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Is it worthy to fight with this ragged cloak? Fight with the humblest dream to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? They say that you have to go up the steps and the price is to bow your head. Then let me not take advantage of the wind. You are also proud of your solitary courage. Who said that an ordinary player is not a hero? I love you walking alone in a dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your ragged clothes, but you dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Go, is it worthy of this tattered cloak? Fight, with the humblest dream, to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? Your mottledness is different. Your silence is deafening. I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love that you persisted through despair and refused to cry. I love that you come from the wilderness. I will not borrow anyone's light in my life. You will build your city on top of the ruins. Go, go, with the humblest dream. Fight? Fight with the most lofty dream. To the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes?

136 天 There Are Too Many Bugs in Tianting, so I Directly Rewrote Tianting Belton BigEastern Fantasy278k Wordscompleted 2Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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The red sun rises, its path is bright, the river flows out, the vast ocean lurks, the dragon soars into the abyss, the scale claws fly, the tiger roars, the valley is full of beasts, and the young man has his own mad body, like a mountain and river, with a straight spine. I dare to measure the sun and the moon again. Now I am the only young man. I dare to ask the world to test my edge. Who can stop me from overcoming thorns and thorns? The world laughs at me. I strive to live up to my youth. The general has his own achievements, his sky is bright, his ground is yellow, his journey is as long as the sea, and the future is as long as the sun. A young man has his own youthful madness. His body is like mountains and rivers, his backbone is upright, and I dare to measure the sun and the moon again. Today, I am the only young man who dares to ask the world to try. Who can stop me? The sky is high, the sea is vast, and the country is thousands of miles long. The young Chinese people are full of energy and strive to be strong, and they will live up to their youth. They will work hard to be the pillars, and they will live up to their youth. People who don't want to be slaves will build our new Great Wall with our flesh and blood. The Chinese nation has reached its most dangerous time. Everyone is forced to give out the last roar. Get up, get up. We are united and brave the enemy's artillery to advance. Brave the enemy's artillery. Advance, advance. In this world where the ax has split the world, there are people who don't want to be slaves. Here are the full lyrics (official version) of "The Lonely Brave Man" sung by Eason Chan: --- The Lonely Brave Man Singer: Eason Chan Lyricist: Tang Tian Composer: Qian Lei They are all brave. The wound on your forehead, your difference, the mistakes you make, you don't have to hide your worn-out doll, your mask, your self. They say, bring the light to tame every monster. They say, I need to stitch up your wounds. No one loves clowns. Why is it lonely? Not glorious. People are only imperfect and worthy of praise. Who said that people covered in mud are not heroes? I love you walking alone in dark alleys. I love your appearance without kneeling. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes but dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Do you want to go? Do you deserve this tattered cloak? Fight, fight. With the humblest dream, to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes. They said that they have to stop your madness. It is like wiping away the dirt. They said that you have to go up the steps, and the price is to lower your head. Then let me not ride the wind. You are also proud, that kind of solitary courage. Who said that those who play ordinary games are not heroes? I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love your appearance of not kneeling. I love you who have stood up to despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes. But dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Go. Go. Fight with the humblest dream. Fight with the most aloof dream. To the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? Your mottledness is different. Your silence is deafening. You Are The Hero. I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love your appearance of not kneeling. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love you from the wilderness. Don't borrow anyone's light in your life. You will build your city on the ruins. Go, go, fight with the humblest dream. Fight, fight with the most lofty dream, to the whimpering and roaring in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes --- [Hey, there are no quiet years, it's just that some people are moving forward with a heavy load. There are no quiet years, there are always people carrying forward the burden. They are all brave. The wound on your forehead, your differences, and your mistakes don't have to be hidden. Your worn-out doll, your mask, your self. They say to tame every monster with light. They say to sew up your wounds. No one loves clowns. Why is loneliness not glorious? People are only worthy of praise for their imperfections. Who says that being covered in mud is not a hero. I love you when you walk alone in a dark alley. I love how you don't kneel. I love that you have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes. But dare to block the gun of fate. I love you so much like me. The gaps are the same. Are you worthy of this tattered cloak? Fight? Fight with the humblest dream. To the whimpering and roaring in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes. They said to stop your madness. Just like wiping away the dirt, they said to go up the stairs. And the price is bowing. Then let me not take advantage of the wind. You are also proud of that kind of solitary courage. Who said that those who play ordinary games are not heroes? I love you walking alone in a dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love you who have faced despair and refuse to cry. I love your tattered clothes but dare to block the gun of fate. I love you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Is it worthy to fight with this ragged cloak? Fight with the humblest dream to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? They say that you have to go up the steps and the price is to bow your head. Then let me not take advantage of the wind. You are also proud of your solitary courage. Who said that an ordinary player is not a hero? I love you walking alone in a dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your ragged clothes, but you dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Go, is it worthy of this tattered cloak? Fight, with the humblest dream, to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? Your mottledness is different. Your silence is deafening. I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love that you persisted through despair and refused to cry. I love that you come from the wilderness. I will not borrow anyone's light in my life. You will build your city on top of the ruins. Go, go, with the humblest dream. Fight? Fight with the most lofty dream. To the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes?

137 拿 I Risk My Life to Engage in Scientific Research, and When I Die, the Country Will Fly the Flag at Half-Mast for Me. The Bright Moon and the Clear Breeze MeUrban923k Wordscompleted 13.5kReads8.3Score851Shelves

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The red sun rises, its path is bright, the river flows out, the vast ocean lurks, the dragon soars into the abyss, the scale claws fly, the tiger roars, the valley is full of beasts, and the young man has his own mad body, like a mountain and river, with a straight spine. I dare to measure the sun and the moon again. Now I am the only young man. I dare to ask the world to test my edge. Who can stop me from overcoming thorns and thorns? The world laughs at me. I strive to live up to my youth. The general has his own achievements, his sky is bright, his ground is yellow, his journey is as long as the sea, and the future is as long as the sun. A young man has his own youthful madness. His body is like mountains and rivers, his backbone is upright, and I dare to measure the sun and the moon again. Today, I am the only young man who dares to ask the world to try. Who can stop me? The sky is high, the sea is vast, and the country is thousands of miles long. The young Chinese people are full of energy and strive to be strong, and they will live up to their youth. They will work hard to be the pillars, and they will live up to their youth. People who don't want to be slaves will build our new Great Wall with our flesh and blood. The Chinese nation has reached its most dangerous time. Everyone is forced to give out the last roar. Get up, get up. We are united and brave the enemy's artillery to advance. Brave the enemy's artillery. Advance, advance. In this world where the ax has split the world, there are people who don't want to be slaves. Here are the full lyrics (official version) of "The Lonely Brave Man" sung by Eason Chan: --- The Lonely Brave Man Singer: Eason Chan Lyricist: Tang Tian Composer: Qian Lei They are all brave. The wound on your forehead, your difference, the mistakes you make, you don't have to hide your worn-out doll, your mask, your self. They say, bring the light to tame every monster. They say, I need to stitch up your wounds. No one loves clowns. Why is it lonely? Not glorious. People are only imperfect and worthy of praise. Who said that people covered in mud are not heroes? I love you walking alone in dark alleys. I love your appearance without kneeling. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes but dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Do you want to go? Do you deserve this tattered cloak? Fight, fight. With the humblest dream, to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes. They said that they have to stop your madness. It is like wiping away the dirt. They said that you have to go up the steps, and the price is to lower your head. Then let me not ride the wind. You are also proud, that kind of solitary courage. Who said that those who play ordinary games are not heroes? I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love your appearance of not kneeling. I love you who have stood up to despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes. But dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Go. Go. Fight with the humblest dream. Fight with the most aloof dream. To the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? Your mottledness is different. Your silence is deafening. You Are The Hero. I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love your appearance of not kneeling. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love you from the wilderness. Don't borrow anyone's light in your life. You will build your city on the ruins. Go, go, fight with the humblest dream. Fight, fight with the most lofty dream, to the whimpering and roaring in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes --- [Hey, there are no quiet years, it's just that some people are moving forward with a heavy load. There are no quiet years, there are always people carrying forward the burden. They are all brave. The wound on your forehead, your differences, and your mistakes don't have to be hidden. Your worn-out doll, your mask, your self. They say to tame every monster with light. They say to sew up your wounds. No one loves clowns. Why is loneliness not glorious? People are only worthy of praise for their imperfections. Who says that being covered in mud is not a hero. I love you when you walk alone in a dark alley. I love how you don't kneel. I love that you have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your tattered clothes. But dare to block the gun of fate. I love you so much like me. The gaps are the same. Are you worthy of this tattered cloak? Fight? Fight with the humblest dream. To the whimpering and roaring in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes. They said to stop your madness. Just like wiping away the dirt, they said to go up the stairs. And the price is bowing. Then let me not take advantage of the wind. You are also proud of that kind of solitary courage. Who said that those who play ordinary games are not heroes? I love you walking alone in a dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love you who have faced despair and refuse to cry. I love your tattered clothes but dare to block the gun of fate. I love you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Is it worthy to fight with this ragged cloak? Fight with the humblest dream to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? They say that you have to go up the steps and the price is to bow your head. Then let me not take advantage of the wind. You are also proud of your solitary courage. Who said that an ordinary player is not a hero? I love you walking alone in a dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love you who have faced despair and refused to cry. I love your ragged clothes, but you dare to block the gun of fate. I love that you and I are so similar. The gaps are the same. Go, is it worthy of this tattered cloak? Fight, with the humblest dream, to the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes? Your mottledness is different. Your silence is deafening. I love you walking alone in the dark alley. I love the way you don't kneel. I love that you persisted through despair and refused to cry. I love that you come from the wilderness. I will not borrow anyone's light in my life. You will build your city on top of the ruins. Go, go, with the humblest dream. Fight? Fight with the most lofty dream. To the sobs and roars in the dark night. Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes?

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