If you don't care about yourself in front of the bottle, pretending to be crazy can become true.
I once whipped a famous horse because I was drunk, and I was afraid that my love would be too much for a beautiful woman.
Is it a poem by Mr. Wen Yiduo? I always remember the content, but forget the author. I have been dangling on the threshold of Jinjiang for several years, but I have been delayed in registering. When registering this morning, I found that several commonly used pen names had been abolished by me. Thinking of my recent obsession with sake, I recalled what someone often said: wine is the king of forgetfulness. I also thought that I had read a lot of things by those people, whether happy or sad, and spent time in their careless company. I am very grateful. So I used the pseudonym Wangyou again, to see if I could really make you Wangyou. Even if I really couldn't, even if I got everyone to glance at me, it would be a reward for these years of reading articles.
As for this article, it may not be impressive if it is done casually. I am very busy at work, so there is no hope of updating it. Don't be sad, I will ask for mercy first!