The wonderful pen brings forth flowers, every inch of golden lotus.
Xia Yong grew up in Jinling City, and his favorite thing is to appreciate paintings. Every stroke, every stroke, every ditch and every stroke has its own meaning.
Everything in the world can be represented in paintings.
Jinling is noisy and people are impetuous.
There is no one in the mountains, so I feel at ease.
Sorry, I kept many of the manuscripts behind this article in a dusty corner, and I didn't take out the hard drive at home.
I'm currently writing "I'm Not a Lonely Star", which is a novel. After finishing that book, I will probably come back to fill in the gaps for this one.
I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm really sorry.
However, I have also put a lot of effort into this book. I have rehearsed the characters and plots in it many times. I will definitely not just eunuch it, but it may be next year, and it may be updated irregularly.
Because this article mainly talks about daily life and is mainly relaxed. (The beginning was a knife)
The source of inspiration was the blind painter of Hetu, but I cried when I wrote it, and I cried miserably.
I feel that the heroine and the hero are really miserable. I couldn't bear to write it like that. It should be the current version, which is relaxed and funny every day!
Intention: I see how charming the green mountains are, and I expect that the green mountains should be so when they see me.