Well, well, well, well, this is my first article. I have written it for a long time, so I plan to post it to commemorate it. This time it is an old version. It is very young and childish. I don't ask anyone to read it. I just want to bring my eldest son out to see the world. I will publish a second version in the future. Of course, older men are also welcome to read it. Above.
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It's a novel written in the Republic of China, and there's an intrusion into the fairy world. Anyway, it's very naive and girlish.
It was already after eight o'clock. It was a late spring night, and the breeze was blowing, but it was not too cold. Wen Zifang had something on his mind at this time. He looked up at the moon by chance and vaguely recalled the appearance of the bun shop owner in the morning. He was stunned and then smiled bitterly that the man was no longer there. How could he live to his age with such a small body. Even if he survives, how can he keep his appearance? I'm afraid he will go to hell. Thinking about why I should never forget this person anymore, it is really ironic that an immortal master in heaven fell into such a situation for a mortal on earth.
"Slowly step forward, thousands of hearts will be filled with admiration, and all things will be moved upward;
A glance from thousands of miles away will make you feel in a trance, and your smile will make the world lose its luster;
Marriage and friendship have been abandoned, and the style of the century has leaked out;
If Wu Ruo asks me if I have love? Sad now, happy in the past. "
Wen Zifan was in a trance when he suddenly heard this song and blurted out:
"The emperor has been appointed as the emperor, and it is the first time to try the difficult steps.
If it weren't for your kindness, my heart would have turned into dust.
After a long time, the transformation suddenly becomes ineffective, and everything goes as planned;
What if I can still taste it in this life? There was joy in the past, but now there is sorrow. "
"That's right. Should I praise you for your good memory or scold you for not looking for me for so many years?"