Some legends have been lost…
Real demons never remember death, so the history of the demon world is rarely passed down in words. Those vanished past events have become poems that are recited from generation to generation, reenacted in the songs of bards.
I'm old and don't remember many things worth recording, and the stories I know are also biased. The real facts are hidden between the lines. Probably no one can tell the truth from the false, so be it.
What's the old saying? The legend is over and history has just begun.
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It has been several months since I wrote this article; the sun and the moon are passing by online, and I am celebrating the New Year in a hurry. When I read my article amidst the joy of the house, I suddenly feel bored and uninteresting. Looking back at the loneliness I felt while typing in the middle of the night, I just felt that I was so ridiculous. Therefore, I will stop writing and resume my life of reading articles full-time.
The hateful sense of substitution, the anxiety of chasing articles, and the direction that I can't control in everyone's works are the driving force behind my game. And the encouragement from so many enthusiastic friends gave me the courage to continue filling in the pits. When I scrapped several chapters and tens of thousands of words, thanks to the enthusiastic support and encouragement, I didn't have to give up in shame because I couldn't squeeze out the inventory.
Writing is not my strong point. I can type out hundreds of thousands of words. Privately, I find it incredible. If I write this by hand, it will 100% cause tenosynovitis to relapse. Being able to meet many enthusiastic and lovely friends through this article is my greatest reward.
In order to write an article, I haven't gone to the park with my daughter for a long time; in order to write an article, I slept on my desk and was ridiculed by my boss. The sister who wrote the article said that her article was a baby, but I just felt that the article was just a carrier for my daydreams. To be irresponsible, the column is just my blog in disguise. My mistake was just that I selfishly thought Jinjiang's page was so beautiful and it was a blessing to be able to write on it.
Being scolded for writing can indeed be regarded as an achievement; I once laughed at myself, saying that I just want to write a protagonist who gets scolded. Being able to get scolded proves that I am successful. But to this day, I'm still tired. It's not that I can't afford a brick, but I am no longer willing to be moved by such a boring article. Although you can turn to the field management for personal attacks, why waste Jinjiang's human resources with such an article that is of no value to you or yourself.
The concepts of many events in this article are much more parody.
As far as I am concerned, I have only watched a few Qiong Yao dramas; I still remember Crescent Moon Princess Plum Blossom Brand back then, and I can't forget watching My Fair Princess at my colleague's house. I am just such a mediocre little woman. I write about Yongzheng just because there are Fourth Masters among my literary friends. When I say I love Shi Shi, I just love him for his youthful success.
I have almost forgotten the knowledge I learned in the Qing History cram school in Jinjiang. Thanks to Baidu, I, a person who knows nothing except parenting knowledge, can write such ignorant and fearless words.
I am grateful to everyone who encouraged me and loved me, and I am also grateful to those who pointed me out and reminded me. But I am even more grateful to my friends who can speak out. The Internet is so vast, and I am lucky to know so many netizens who are interested in writing and loving stories.
I wrote the article out of boredom and had no intention of publishing it, and I had no intention of being distracted or ranked. The ending was hasty and hasty, just because I didn't want to commit suicide. Compared with those who dig holes without filling them with countless people, they feel that they are already much better citizens. This is a whim, and wherever the mood takes you, you can trust the horse to ride the reins. Posting articles for my own entertainment, if I can unintentionally amuse others, it can be considered a small meritorious deed. But I had no choice but to think about the current situation, with so many scoldings, why should I humiliate myself? This article is specially written for Suo Wen's purpose.
Finally, I wanted to post it below, but I didn't want to open a new chapter to mislead the audience. However, recently, the field management has begun to remove the essence in a timely manner. I apologize for inconvenience to the field management.
It has been several months since I wrote this article; the sun and the moon are passing by online, and I am celebrating the New Year in a hurry. When I read my article amidst the joy of the house, I suddenly feel bored and uninteresting. Looking back at the loneliness I felt while typing in the middle of the night, I just felt that I was so ridiculous. Therefore, I will stop writing and resume my life of reading articles full-time. The hateful sense of substitution, the anxiety of chasing articles, and the direction that I can't control in everyone's works are the driving force behind my game. And the encouragement from so many enthusiastic friends gave me the courage to continue filling in the pits. When I scrapped several chapters and tens of thousands of words, thanks to the enthusiastic support and encouragement, I didn't have to give up in shame because I couldn't squeeze out the inventory. Writing is not my strong point. I can type out hundreds of thousands of words. Privately, I find it incredible. If I write this by hand, it will 100% cause tenosynovitis to relapse. Being able to meet many enthusiastic and lovely friends through this article is my greatest reward. In order to write an article, I haven't gone to the park with my daughter for a long time; in order to write an article, I slept on my desk and was ridiculed by my boss. The sister who wrote the article said that her article was a baby, but I just felt that the article was just a carrier for my daydreams. To be irresponsible, the column is just my blog in disguise. My mistake was just that I selfishly thought Jinjiang's page was so beautiful and it was a blessing to be able to write on it. Being scolded for writing can indeed be regarded as an achievement; I once laughed at myself, saying that I just want to write a protagonist who gets scolded. Being able to get scolded proves that I am successful. But to this day, I'm still tired. It's not that I can't afford a brick, but I am no longer willing to be moved by such a boring article. Although you can turn to the field management for personal attacks, why waste Jinjiang's human resources with such an article that is of no value to you or yourself. The concepts of many events in this article are much more parody. As far as I am concerned, I have only watched a few Qiong Yao dramas; I still remember Crescent Moon Princess Plum Blossom Brand back then, and I can't forget watching My Fair Princess at my colleague's house. I am just such a mediocre little woman. I write about Yongzheng just because there are Fourth Masters among my literary friends. When I say I love Shi Shi, I just love him for his youthful success. I have almost forgotten the knowledge I learned in the Qing History cram school in Jinjiang. Thanks to Baidu, I, a person who knows nothing except parenting knowledge, can write such ignorant and fearless words. I am grateful to everyone who encouraged me and loved me, and I am also grateful to those who pointed me out and reminded me. But I am even more grateful to my friends who can speak out. The Internet is so vast, and I am lucky to know so many netizens who are interested in writing and loving stories. I wrote the article out of boredom and had no intention of publishing it, and I had no intention of being distracted or ranked. The ending was hasty and hasty, just because I didn't want to commit suicide. Compared with those who dig holes without filling them with countless people, they feel that they are already much better citizens. This is a whim, and wherever the mood takes you, you can trust the horse to ride the reins. Posting articles for my own entertainment, if I can unintentionally amuse others, it can be considered a small meritorious deed. But I had no choice but to think about the current situation, with so many scoldings, why should I humiliate myself? This article is specially written for Suo Wen's purpose. Finally, I wanted to post it below, but I didn't want to open a new chapter to mislead the audience. However, recently, the field management has begun to remove the essence in a timely manner. I apologize for inconvenience to the field management.