Both of these books are works by Sanjiu. You can see that they are both excellent works with a score of 9.9. Just because of me, the whole class started reading them. You can probably see how valuable these books are. To be honest, Sanjiu's writing style is really good😁
This writing style, the author is like a Chinese class representative [learned] [learned] [learned] very suitable for sisters who like to experience the beauty of words. The atmosphere is too strong and antique.
"My name is Sheng'an, the prosperity of prosperous times, the peace and prosperity of the country and the people" "My name is Qiu Yu, the autumn of thousands of years, the rain with good weather"
This one! The heroine's ancient proverb skills are amazing. Many original poems. And then it's still funny when it's time to be funny. Only by reading it yourself can you know the rhythmic readability!
This book, the author is not ashamed to say, is a book with picturesque writing style and profound poetic background. As you can tell by looking at the title of the opening chapter of the first volume, a large amount of pen and ink is used to lay out a grand world view in the early stage, laying down a lot of hooks and explosive points. It will explode one by one later. It is a progressive and long-lasting pleasure, but it is too slow and no one will read it [crying]. You can come and take a look.
Do you want to see into people's hearts? Come with me to ask about the wonderland. "Historical Records" was written by Sima Qian? Did Concubine Yang finally go to Japan? Modern people make peace with Su Dongpo's poetry and wine. Who knows the true ending of "Dream of Red Mansions"? What is a Dyson sphere... Let's embark on a magical journey through time and space together!
The appearance of others in your eyes is actually a projection of your inner world. When you are immersed in a novel and have presuppositions and expectations for a certain character, what is hidden behind it is your inner desire for yourself and the compensation for what has not been achieved. When reading novels, I hope you can also understand your inner self.
The appearance of others in your eyes is actually a projection of your inner world. When you are immersed in a novel and have presuppositions and expectations for a certain character, what is hidden behind it is your inner desire for yourself, and it is the compensation for what has not been achieved. When reading novels, I hope you can also understand your inner self.
The thirteen-year-old girl's sitting posture has been cultivated over many years. The way she holds the pen is exactly the same as that of her father, who taught her how to write when she was five years old. But when she wrote, she was completely different from her father. No hesitation, no hesitation, no hesitation. The ink marks were almost an extension of her breath. The body is dim and light yellow, soft in nature, and only the fragrance remains far away from the traces of love. Wang held her breath slightly. Li Gefei's hand holding the cup stopped in mid-air. No need for light green and light red, it is naturally the best among flowers. "Why..." He murmured and repeated, "It is what it is..." It's not "should be", it's not "it is". It is "self-righteousness". Naturally, that's what it is. She argued nothing, proved nothing. She was just stating. State a fact that she has believed since she was a child and has never wavered. The plum blossoms are jealous, the chrysanthemums should be ashamed, and the painted lantern is crowned with Mid-Autumn Festival. Wang gently raised her hand and covered her lips. Qingzhao was three years old when she married into the Li Mansion. The child, who had lost his mother for three years, rushed towards her happily, holding the crabapple hairpin in his hand, looking up at her, his eyes as bright as stars. She thought the child needed her. Only then did she realize that this child never needed anyone's mercy. All she needs is a yard where she can bloom. Scholars can be ruthless, why can't they come to an end? Li Qingzhao put down his pen. She raised her head and met the eyes of her father and mother, without avoiding or being shy. "It's finished," she said. The voice is very soft. The hall was silent. The silence is not empty, it is full. The moonlight filled the courtyard, the fragrance of cinnamon filled the room, and the three notes were spread out on the case, containing the thoughts of the three people. Li Gefei slowly put down his wine glass. He wanted to say something. He said that your lyrics are much better than your father's, and that you should not just be the daughter of the Li family, but should be a poet all over the world. Saying that this world treats you too poorly, but you treat yourself so well. But he couldn't say a word. He just looked at his daughter. He looked at the begonia flower hairpin on her temples that she had been rubbing for ten years, at her still childish but firm eyebrows, and at the ease with which she was writing when she started writing, which even she had never been able to achieve. At this moment he suddenly understood. He had polished so many poems in his life, worn out his fingers, and spent all his efforts, but he only left a few lines of ink marks on the paper. My daughter doesn't have to grind anything. She just bloomed. Like the osmanthus plant in the garden, no one needs to ask or appreciate it. When the autumn wind blows, the garden will naturally be filled with fragrance. And what allowed this sweet-scented osmanthus to bloom freely—— He looked at his wife. Ms. Wang lowered her head and smoothed the corners of Qingzhao's note, her movements gentle, like stroking her daughter's soft forehead when she threw herself into her arms at the age of three. In the past ten years, every night like this, every singing like this, every drink, every poem, every laugh. He gave her a child who had lost his mother, but she gave him a daughter who was "naturally the best among flowers." The best poems in the world were not written on paper. Li Gefei lowered his head, placed the three words side by side, and flattened the corners. His voice was a little hoarse. "This word... Put it in the box." Li Qingzhao raised his eyes. "When you reach the age of hairpin," he didn't look at his daughter, still lowering his head and gently stroking the edge of the paper with both hands, "daddy asked someone to frame it into a hand scroll and make it one of your dowry." Li Qingzhao suddenly blushed with embarrassment, and said with embarrassment: "Dad -" Mrs. Wang covered her mouth and laughed, and two-year-old Li Hao clapped her hands stupidly and laughed along: "Dowry, dowry!" Li Qingzhao stomped his feet in shame, turned around and ran away. The moonlight outside the window is still there, and the scent of cinnamon is still there. Li Gefei picked up his son and smiled at each other. Life is complete like this.
Tianlian volunteered to write this novel and put all his classical Chinese skills to use! The descendants of Nuwa collided with each other in the troubled times of the Tang Dynasty, and their infatuated children forgot about each other!
The story of this book is novel and the point of view is unique. It uses the campus love method at the beginning which is refreshing. Chapter 19 starts to get to the point and gradually enters the theme of science fiction in a way that is easy for everyone to accept. The future world is worthy of our exploration and imagination [thinking]. Once you start reading this book, you can't stop at all. I give it a 5-star rating👍. I really recommend everyone to read it together. It can also be regarded as giving new authors a chance [laughing]
The writing style of Cookie really impressed me. The writing style is something that I, a Chinese language waste, will never be able to appreciate in my lifetime. The goddess sacrificed herself, stunning everyone. There is another goddess, but there is no Song Tingwan in the world.
Where to start? "Sir, I can understand you... But I'm still so sad." Or "You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, but I sent my head full of snow in the world." Or "Life is precious, and love is more valuable. If you want freedom, you can throw away both." Or "The wild geese never stop in the evening wind" or "I once got a beam of light, and I gave it back to the sun before sunset." Or "Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book" or "People have joys and sorrows, separation and reunion, the moon waxes and wanes, this matter is difficult to complete in ancient times."
The whole text is written in a humorous style. The explanations of the Book of Songs in the text are easy to understand and rich in content. You can learn while reading.
Will the Yellow Turbans rebel? He will not rebel! ! ! It is a slow-paced farming novel with good writing and many allusions. There are also notes from the author, but the plot advances slowly. The protagonist is Zhang Liang of Taiping Dao, a farming text before the Yellow Turban Rebellion. Now the generals include Zhao Yun, Guan Yu, Dian Wei, Zhang He, and the counselors include Tian Feng, Cheng Yu, and Ju Zong.
When the tragedy of "human pigs" in history textbooks came into reality, Lin Xiao, a female college student who was a "scumbag" in history and dressed as Mrs. Qi, clenched her fists - this time, the positions of swords and fish should be changed! The turmoil of the Han Dynasty was the backdrop, and the chess game of power concealed murderous intent. She is not a dodder attached to the emperor, but a game-breaker with a modern soul: she uses farming strategies to stabilize the foundation of the Zhao Kingdom, uses beacon fire to link up the imperial army of Chang'an, and tears a way out of Lu Pheasant's pressing step by step. There are no brainless sweet pets, only wits and perseverance. Every calculation touches the pulse of history, and every struggle is filled with survival wisdom. Where is this internet article? It is clearly a machinations epic that can make you sweat. Once you open it, you will never be able to put it down again.
The opening chapter is like a poem: At first, it was just a flash of green light, appearing and disappearing hastily and erratically, making people think it was an hallucination that occurred in a trance.
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