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雾下清
Tianqiao
He woke up in silence from the foggy night, with the cold wind blowing and the frosty vines under the moon. The sound of "hiss, hiss..." Came from outside the city into the city. His pale face had no color at all, and panic and uneasiness took root in his heart, tearing it apart. When will the human race, which is still able to survive in a corner, take control of its own destiny? A song of blood and tears, the Tomb of Heroes, accompanied by the moon, staying together for a long time, sleepless nights.
He woke up in silence from the foggy night, with the cold wind blowing and the frosty vines under the moon. The sound of "hiss, hiss..." Came from outside the city into the city. His pale face had no color at all, and panic and uneasiness took root in his heart, tearing it apart. When will the human race, which is still able to survive in a corner, take control of its own destiny? A song of blood and tears, the Tomb of Heroes, accompanied by the moon, staying together for a long time, sleepless nights.
夏冬图南记
Tianqiao
The gentleman walked lightly and settled in an empty valley. Watching the wind and the passing clouds, shedding their colorful clothes, they are ethereal and graceful, and their shadows are graceful and light. It took several nights of rain and rain to give way to the clear sky and warmth. What I like most is that the sky is clear after the rain, because in the colors of green, green and blue, there is also a gentle and jade-like light that makes people love and care for them. The teacher once said: "Without the rain in these troubled times, how could it be as blue as the sky, as bright as the environment, as thin as paper, and as loud as a chime?" The poem is written like this: The mountains in the distance are hazy, and the rivers are beautiful and warm. The lanterns are broken, the rain has stopped at dusk in the tiled buildings, and the evening breeze is dawning in the lonely alleys of the lonely city. The maple forest is burning with pus and it is silent, and the dragon snakes are surging and disturbing in the dark. Butterflies dance wildly with dragons in the wild, one cup of tea, two fans and three puffs of smoke. The fire is far away in the cold mountains, and it is extinguished outside the forest. Since ancient times, all heroes have withered bones, and their emotions are blown by the wind. They go into the forest, and ruthless people are also people in the forest. P. S. The idea for this book came from my first year in junior high school, but I didn't start writing it until my second year in high school. The reason was that I didn't dare to write it for fear of not being good at it. Today, three years later, I deleted everything I wrote before, a total of 500,000 words, because it was too bad. I have certain requirements for what I wrote. Although it is not very good, I will try my best!
The gentleman walked lightly and settled in an empty valley. Watching the wind and the passing clouds, shedding their colorful clothes, they are ethereal and graceful, and their shadows are graceful and light. It took several nights of rain and rain to give way to the clear sky and warmth. What I like most is that the sky is clear after the rain, because in the colors of green, green and blue, there is also a gentle and jade-like light that makes people love and care for them. The teacher once said: "Without the rain in these troubled times, how could it be as blue as the sky, as bright as the environment, as thin as paper, and as loud as a chime?" The poem is written like this: The mountains in the distance are hazy, and the rivers are beautiful and warm. The lanterns are broken, the rain has stopped at dusk in the tiled buildings, and the evening breeze is dawning in the lonely alleys of the lonely city. The maple forest is burning with pus and it is silent, and the dragon snakes are surging and disturbing in the dark. Butterflies dance wildly with dragons in the wild, one cup of tea, two fans and three puffs of smoke. The fire is far away in the cold mountains, and it is extinguished outside the forest. Since ancient times, all heroes have withered bones, and their emotions are blown by the wind. They go into the forest, and ruthless people are also people in the forest. P. S. The idea for this book came from my first year in junior high school, but I didn't start writing it until my second year in high school. The reason was that I didn't dare to write it for fear of not being good at it. Today, three years later, I deleted everything I wrote before, a total of 500,000 words, because it was too bad. I have certain requirements for what I wrote. Although it is not very good, I will try my best!