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A madman like an elm, not an elm head, nor a lump of wood, not stupid, not delicate, not tender, not tall, but one good thing: his eyes can see the scenery that others cannot see, and his heart cannot fall in love with the person that others love to death. I have a hobby, I love freedom and wind. I am alone with the wind, floating among mountains, rivers, hillsides, forests, valleys, and mountains and rivers. I am not comfortable or walking alone, just because these feet can go to places that even the wind cannot reach. Music and poetry and words, moonlight and stars, hillsides and horses and cows in the wind, music cannot be separated from sound, moonlight cannot be separated from night, and I cannot be separated from any of them. I, without a wooden head, am indeed a lunatic. People who don't understand me laugh at me as a fool.

When he found her, she appeared in front of him in a wedding dress, standing next to another man, leaving only a wry smile. I can live well without you. There are many men in the world, but their hearts for you have been torn to pieces by you long ago. Their hearts are dead, so where do they come from? Deliberately forcing a smile on your face, don't forget how that man treated you back then. If you don't love me, why do you still hold on tightly? She is in pain but he is laughing. This is what is called love. Is this the love between a man and a woman? --The plot is fictitious, please do not imitate it.

Heaven values ​​heroes, articles help me. Everything is inferior, only reading is superior. Men born from heaven are heroes, don't bully scholars and young men into poverty. If you can become an official by reading classics and history, why not cultivate immortality by reading idle books? To become an official, you can become a prime minister or a grand master. To become an immortal, you need to become a god, king, or sage. He was originally a down-and-out little nerd in the Song Dynasty, but he eventually became an unparalleled immortal genius! A legend of a scholar is slowly unfolding... (Welcome to add Shuxian group 87413954, let's have fun together, la la la)

If there is no more poetry in this world, the poet's heart will wither; if there is no poetry, the poet will be nothing and have nothing. Each poem in this collection is a cloud created by the poet listening to himself, describing himself, and using his will.

On the day she died, there was no coffin, no funeral, and no one to express condolences. Her body was exposed in the wild, exposed to the scorching sun, and devoured by wild beasts. Liaoyan was reborn with a thousand-year spiritual vein, but was treated as useless. Once the situation changes, it is difficult to conceal the unparalleled magnificence, destroying the concubine sister, killing the aunt's mother, and killing the biological father, just to embark on the path of Huangquan. She is ambitious, and he helps the evildoers. One day, the guard came to report: Your Majesty, what's wrong is that the princess has castrated the beautiful girl your Majesty gave you. He frowned, slightly confused: Let her!

On the day she died, there was no coffin, no funeral, and no one to express condolences. Her body was exposed in the wild, exposed to the scorching sun, and devoured by wild beasts. Liaoyan was reborn with a thousand-year spiritual vein, but was treated as useless. Once the situation changes, it is difficult to conceal the unparalleled magnificence, destroying the concubine sister, killing the aunt's mother, and killing the biological father, just to embark on the path of Huangquan. She is ambitious, and he helps the evildoers. One day, the guard came to report: Your Majesty, what's wrong is that the princess has castrated the beautiful girl your Majesty gave you. He frowned, slightly confused: Let her!