Once more than half of the city was covered with willows, but now only the garden is left with red tangerines. It's easy to break the steel, you are too sharp.
Only one person in this life has entered his mortal world and can never escape from it.
I can escape, I can't escape, I still don't want to escape.
Unable to cross, unwilling to cross, but in the end I don't know how to cross.
Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon.
Don't wait until your hair turns gray.
[The Republic of China is a semi-fictional story. The background of the story is relatively large. I won't go into too much in this article. It mainly talks about the love and hatred of young people and the worldly grudges of the previous generation. Everyone is the protagonist in their own story, and one chapter tells about one Xipi. I have to finish the brainstorming that I once cried about. I don't care about writing in elementary school. Try to keep the number of words in each article at 2500-3000+. Working Dog will update it from time to time (as long as you save enough manuscripts, you can update them every day. In the later stage, try to increase the number of words in each chapter to 3500+.). Ps: Be careful to avoid the bloody situation.