Breaking the Realm of Heavenly Tribulation

The whirling shadows of trees are worthy of ink, and the falling leaves of autumn can be written into writing. Each word is danced under the fingers, and written into an article dedicated to friends.

Stars gather in the sky. It is a long and hot day in the world. Fire is flying in the sky. Morning glory is seen in the starry sky. The wind blows and the summer heat subsides. The chirping of cicadas gradually subsides. It is difficult to sleep for a long time in the deep night. Enjoy the clear autumn under the moon.

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The wild geese fly to the end of the world without leaving a trace, and the wind raises the light sail when it comes to the old place. In the clear autumn, the moon reflects on thousands of rivers, and I dwell in thousands of mountains in my painting.

Looking at the endless scenery in the mortal world^ A little chant of the worldly world with a pure heart^ A light boat does not know how far the world is.^ It is difficult for a thin pen to write about the heart of a wanderer.

A few autumn colors, a quiet moonlight night, a line of wild goose characters, clouds in the sky and blue sky, expressing pen and ink to explain the lovesickness, it is difficult to eliminate the loneliness and recite poems drunkenly.

Seeing new friends, the ideas are novel, the writing is exquisite, the writing is brilliant, it will be popular, come on!

Thousands of miles of wind and cloud put away the pen. A bit of elegant ink writes about the future. The poems are filled with the mood of autumn. The fragrance in the cups intoxicates the moon.

The water and moon in the world are ordinary to see, and the storms and clouds in the writing are easy to come. Who can understand my mind like the moon, and my pen like flying ink flowers blooming.

People on the bamboo bank accompany the moon with their poems, and the lotus leaves in the pond leave traces of ink. No poetry is worthy of the wine in the cup, and it is difficult to write about the person in the dream.

Boya plays the drum and the harp, and the sound of the harp is far away. Zhong Ziqi heard it and said: "It's as tall as Mount Tai!" Boya played again, and the sound of the piano was continuous. Zhong Ziqi heard it and said: "It's like a river!" Boya suddenly lifted the piano and threw it to the ground. The wood cracked and the strings were broken. Zhong Ziqi heard about it and said: "I am as restless as Monday." The two became close friends.

The dog days are not yet over, and the heat of autumn is strong. The lingering summer heat has no way to go away, and the autumn wind does not feel cool. The moon is starry and the river is quiet, and the leaves on the mountains are red in the rainy night. Thinking about autumn in front of the screen, the light is full of light under your finger.

Busy, nervous, confused, crazy, hard work, difficult, it's Tuesday! Everything is necessary, don't slack off, for your dream, I wish you to be happy and have high morale!

The fallen leaves are gradually dancing, and the sky is getting cooler; The autumn wind blows gently, and my heart wanders; The seasons are passing by, don't be sad; Time passes, but love lasts; The wild geese are flying south, and the sound of the sky is rising; The flowers are blooming and withering, wishing you good luck; May all your happiness be with you. I wish you a happy Wednesday!

I only wish that the coolness will disappear forever, and I just want to spend my life in peace. The clear strokes of the writing express the heat of summer, and the ink color adds fragrance to the moonlight.

Flying over the green mountains and passing by the crystal blue water, leaving behind Lao Yu's wishes, happy Thursday!

A breeze shakes the dream of rain, half a pond of lotus leaves intoxicates the soul of flowers. The water is filled with smoke and the shadow of a solitary boat, and the fragrance of lotus accompanies the evening clouds on a moonlit night.

People are still the same, things are still the same, it's Saturday again; think about it or forget it, it's just a greeting; you can be free or busy, just be happy; today is good, tomorrow will be better, I sincerely wish: Happy Saturday!

My heart is concerned with Guan Shanyue, and my love leads to the beginning of the article. Leng Meng Tianya Ke, gathering people from all over the world online. The hustle and bustle is quiet, the mountains are quiet, the heart is pure and the ink is deep. Being slightly tipsy is not related to wine. A drunken pen writes about the dust in your heart.

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Visited with a new book. A year later, everyone in the group had vowed to do it, but you were the only one who persisted. The younger brother worships in his heart.