Diligent in updating articles in his spare time, making jokes in his main job
Non-responsible introduction:
When you were a child, you were not bad, on the contrary, you were very handsome.
You raised your eyebrows, sat upright, and stared at me.
That day when I was working hard, I didn't know love yet.
I think about you all the time when I study literature and martial arts, and it still feels strange.
After many years, I realized that it was love.
Even if I can't hold you in my arms, you are still in my heart.
I hope you can come. I am like a girl who loves spring, sneaking and covering up to guess your likes and dislikes.
It has become my norm, no one is surprised.
And if you ignore my sincerity, I deserve it.
Since ancient times, red and blue have appeared, and sweet-scented osmanthus and flowing water have depended on each other.
That day I climbed a tree to pick pears for you, but was bitten off the skin by a snake.
You are impatient, drop the pear and take me to the nearby stream.
In the stream, wounds are washed, and birds peck at the rice beside the stream.
You asked me why I didn't cry, you asked me why I smiled.
I didn't tell you this secret, it's the sweetness in my heart.
After that, the lady performed and sang, while I leaned on my chair and reminisced in a happy mood.
Peach blossoms, Taohua, scorching their beauty.
Taking off his shirt and smiling like a flower, I took him home.
Drink the tea you brew and admire the paintings you draw.
I untied his red gauze and kissed his wet hair.
He hugged me under me and told me I was stupid.
It was that summer, the bodies were intertwined in the sunset.
The next morning, there were bones and blood stains on my pillow.
I knew that he was the one who punished me with words and writings.
I worry about him all the time, lest his soul scold me.
On the evening of the Qingming Festival, the wind was blowing, and wine was sprinkled in front of the tomb.
But for his sake, there is nothing I can do.
It's not that the copywriter wants to show off, but he actually feels guilty.
I'm afraid that all the readers won't be able to stand it.
The writing is not very good, and it can't even be considered a rough novel.
The shy face kneels down and begs to collect thunder bombs, the newbie needs nurturing.
If you are fine, please chat with me for a few words per chapter.
The last rhyme at the end: red carp, green carp and donkey