The article published in "Modern and Ancient Legends and Fantasy", March B, was redirected here since I had no place to go.
It was a lighthearted spoof, but now the writing seems very immature. Beauties, take a look at it when you have nothing to do. It has the effect of clearing the stomach and intestines, diuresis and laxative...
The newly published article can be regarded as half an autobiography of the writer. The so-called autobiography, to me, is equivalent to taking off my pants and showing my butt to others. The so-called semi-autobiography, to me, is equivalent to exposing my snow-white thighs to seduce you charmingly. If you are tempted to death and want to read all three points, I will tell you with confidence: The writer's chrysanthemum is inflamed and he cannot enter the table...:
[Holy shit, what the hell! ?
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