My surname is Hao, my name is Du, and my name is Hao Du.
Series of articles:
"Chen Chen" (unfinished)
"Shui Changdong" (unfinished)
"Follow the Wind" (unfinished)
"Xu Yi Yao" (unfinished)
"Qin Ya" (unfinished)
Intention: Go up the mountain alone and look at the end of the world
Reader comments
Jinjiang, why did you eat my comments?
Madam, you should pay attention to your health, don't stay up late, and take good care of your health.
Spread the flowers, spread the flowers, love it to death
Thank you so much. I feel numb after being stabbed. I can already see God playing DJ.
"Self-heating cannot be delayed" is a big bug for the author~
Come on! I'll be waiting for your updates later! !
It was so exciting to watch today, it felt like winning the lottery
Hahahahahahaha, after reading it, I laughed from beginning to end. Very nice
Reminder
I am a book-loving person who enjoys reading your writings as if he were walking on a mountain path and suddenly encountering a wonderland. The first chapter is like a rushing torrent, suddenly breaking off a thousand-foot cliff - my heart is hanging in the air, burning with anxiety, like a hungry and thirsty guest who suddenly smells the aroma of wine and his cup is empty!
As a result, I was tossing and turning and had trouble sleeping every night. The screen light is scorching, and the withered intestines are hungry for kisses; the fingers and claws are tapping frequently, and the sound is even louder. Sometimes while sleeping on the bed, one can see the twists and turns of the story in one's dreams; or when one reads another scroll forcefully, the words become the phantom of a continuation of the gentleman's writing. I explore the window and watch the stars every day, fearing that I will miss the update date; I always sigh while caressing my scroll, like a monk sitting withered. Prince Youxue paid a visit to Dai at night and took advantage of the excitement; now we are going according to the rules and returning home safely?
Is there an unopened volume on the side of Mr. Fu Wei's case? Please move the jade tube, continue the ink marks, and quickly quench this hanging thirst. Literary thought is like the running water of a spring stream, don't let it stagnate; we are like waiting for the rain, fearing that it will dry up - I wish to take a bath in the spring breeze again, wash away the dry intestines and kiss the ears!
Ah, after reading the comments, should I choose B?
Reminder
I am a book-loving person who enjoys reading your writings as if he were walking on a mountain path and suddenly encountering a wonderland. The first chapter is like a rushing torrent, suddenly breaking off a thousand-foot cliff - my heart is hanging in the air, burning with anxiety, like a hungry and thirsty guest who suddenly smells the aroma of wine and his cup is empty!
As a result, I was tossing and turning and had trouble sleeping every night. The screen light is scorching, and the withered intestines are hungry for kisses; the fingers and claws are tapping frequently, and the sound is even louder. Sometimes while sleeping on the bed, one can see the twists and turns of the story in one's dreams; or when one reads another scroll forcefully, the words become the phantom of a continuation of the gentleman's writing. I explore the window and watch the stars every day, fearing that I will miss the update date; I always sigh while caressing my scroll, like a monk sitting withered. Prince Youxue paid a visit to Dai at night and took advantage of the excitement; now we are going according to the rules and returning home safely?
Is there an unopened volume on the side of Mr. Fu Wei's case? Please move the jade tube, continue the ink marks, and quickly quench this hanging thirst. Literary thought is like the running water of a spring stream, don't let it stagnate; we are like waiting for the rain, fearing that it will dry up - I wish to take a bath in the spring breeze again, wash away the dry intestines and kiss the ears!
The emotional description is very delicate. I admire the author for being able to write so much in one dormitory.
Jinjiang, why did you eat my comments? Madam, you should pay attention to your health, don't stay up late, and take good care of your health.
Spread the flowers, spread the flowers, love it to death
Thank you so much. I feel numb after being stabbed. I can already see God playing DJ.
"Self-heating cannot be delayed" is a big bug for the author~
Come on! I'll be waiting for your updates later! !
It was so exciting to watch today, it felt like winning the lottery
Hahahahahahaha, after reading it, I laughed from beginning to end. Very nice
Reminder I am a book-loving person who enjoys reading your writings as if he were walking on a mountain path and suddenly encountering a wonderland. The first chapter is like a rushing torrent, suddenly breaking off a thousand-foot cliff - my heart is hanging in the air, burning with anxiety, like a hungry and thirsty guest who suddenly smells the aroma of wine and his cup is empty! As a result, I was tossing and turning and had trouble sleeping every night. The screen light is scorching, and the withered intestines are hungry for kisses; the fingers and claws are tapping frequently, and the sound is even louder. Sometimes while sleeping on the bed, one can see the twists and turns of the story in one's dreams; or when one reads another scroll forcefully, the words become the phantom of a continuation of the gentleman's writing. I explore the window and watch the stars every day, fearing that I will miss the update date; I always sigh while caressing my scroll, like a monk sitting withered. Prince Youxue paid a visit to Dai at night and took advantage of the excitement; now we are going according to the rules and returning home safely? Is there an unopened volume on the side of Mr. Fu Wei's case? Please move the jade tube, continue the ink marks, and quickly quench this hanging thirst. Literary thought is like the running water of a spring stream, don't let it stagnate; we are like waiting for the rain, fearing that it will dry up - I wish to take a bath in the spring breeze again, wash away the dry intestines and kiss the ears!
Ah, after reading the comments, should I choose B?
Reminder I am a book-loving person who enjoys reading your writings as if he were walking on a mountain path and suddenly encountering a wonderland. The first chapter is like a rushing torrent, suddenly breaking off a thousand-foot cliff - my heart is hanging in the air, burning with anxiety, like a hungry and thirsty guest who suddenly smells the aroma of wine and his cup is empty! As a result, I was tossing and turning and had trouble sleeping every night. The screen light is scorching, and the withered intestines are hungry for kisses; the fingers and claws are tapping frequently, and the sound is even louder. Sometimes while sleeping on the bed, one can see the twists and turns of the story in one's dreams; or when one reads another scroll forcefully, the words become the phantom of a continuation of the gentleman's writing. I explore the window and watch the stars every day, fearing that I will miss the update date; I always sigh while caressing my scroll, like a monk sitting withered. Prince Youxue paid a visit to Dai at night and took advantage of the excitement; now we are going according to the rules and returning home safely? Is there an unopened volume on the side of Mr. Fu Wei's case? Please move the jade tube, continue the ink marks, and quickly quench this hanging thirst. Literary thought is like the running water of a spring stream, don't let it stagnate; we are like waiting for the rain, fearing that it will dry up - I wish to take a bath in the spring breeze again, wash away the dry intestines and kiss the ears!
The emotional description is very delicate. I admire the author for being able to write so much in one dormitory.