Mastiff Tang

I don't know if the author can see it, but I would like to express some feelings for the author. I read the Mastiff of the Tang Dynasty from the Song Dynasty, and I felt a little ashamed. I started reading the Song Dynasty through pirated copies. I didn't have much money at that time. When I saw the final destruction of Rome, I didn't know what happened, so I stopped reading. Until one day, I suddenly remembered this book. I think the author really put his heart into it. The plot of the whole story, including the writing style, is very good, and the author's conception is also very good and basically logical. It's comfortable to watch and not awkward. I will continue to read your books. Although I don't have any money to reward you, I will give you my recommendation votes and monthly tickets as long as I have them. I am writing this today mainly because I saw that I didn't understand your previous single chapter, so I first read Mastiff Tang and then went to the Song Dynasty to read it. Oh my God, your imagination is really big, especially how many Tang Yi there are after two thousand years. After the unity of the universe and before Tang Yi traveled back to the Song Dynasty, there were two Tang Yi. After Tang Yi time traveled and returned to the Song Dynasty, there was only one Tang Yi left? So whether this method can create many Tang Yi at the same time? Of course, it involves this kind of universe and time refutation itself. It is unclear and some logic does not make sense, just like the previous destination, which is a story of chicken laying eggs and laying eggs. But I admire the author's imagination, and I'd also like to see what you come up with. I very much hope that the author can really finish all this series of novels, but, but, but, however, I would like to ask the author, even if you are doing one novel a year, you still have to write four novels according to your plan. I can afford to wait four years, but if you write a book in two years, it will take eight years. . . My children are all obsessed with it. If you write a book every three years, my God. . . . . . . Forget it, I still hope that the author, Mastiff Tang, can survive it. Don't let it be a eunuch. It ends in an anticlimax. The story really attracts me. Please.

To be honest, I quite like the Song Dynasty and the Mastiff Tang Dynasty. Although I have to admit that the madness of the late Song Dynasty and my dislike of the civil and military affairs at that time made me feel that the adult fairy tale was so depressing and unpleasant to watch. When Mastiff Tang saw Wu Ning writing a letter to commemorate Wu Zetian, I knew that this book would not be a very comfortable book for me to read. In the words of many people, life is already so difficult, so why read these books that are not enjoyable? Probably for me, I don't want to cover myself up with a layer of falsehood, and after I lift it off, I will still complain and so on. Something is there. You can bypass it once, twice, but not all the time. I really like Tang Yi and Wu Ning. Hope there is still Zhongzheng. In my opinion, a person's growth is not just about status, money, and the number of connections, but whether he will always have hope for the future and be right about things in his heart. Thank you Cangshan for bringing me the story. Although it is very depressing, it is very interesting. We are humans... Not gods

I hope you stick with it. If you don't have any votes, I'll reward you.

I came back from the winter vacation to see if I was okay, and found out that Chapter 10 has been in half a year...😅😅😅

I was very upset when I read it yesterday, so I wrote something. When I saw a single chapter today, I didn't know if it was directed at me, so I just assumed it was because of me. I am very serious about reading. I can probably guess the foreshadowing. As a bookworm of eight years, I am becoming more and more selective in reading. It's really hard to find a book that I think is well written. I just read this book this month. It's a pleasure to watch in one go. But I really want to complain about the last few chapters. I wrote about it yesterday, so I won't say much more today. (Actually, it's mainly because I just happened to see it. If I see it after a month or two, I'll get over it after a while.) I never say much about bad books and white text. At most, I gave up after watching the beginning. But for a good book, a good author will only say more when he sees something that he thinks is not well written. It's the kind of thing where you're angry and don't fight. I also hope that the author can write better. It doesn't mean that it has to be written according to my preferences for it to be good. As long as it's not just pretentious for the sake of pretentiousness, or thoughtless, I don't think it's that bad. It cannot be said that my evaluation must be objective and must represent the majority of people. However, I don't think I'm that special. As a member of ordinary readers, if I can write so many complaints, there must be some ordinary readers who don't like to read it. Making Soup is a good book, and the author is an author who can write stories. I hope the soup can be written better and better as time goes by. The results will also get better and better. There are only two monthly passes. Although it is not much, it is still a bit of support. A book can never be sustained by one or two readers. I hope the author writes well and attracts more and more readers.

I have read over a hundred chapters and would like to comment. First of all, I think this book should be regarded as food. If nothing happens, I will order it all. Then let me talk about my opinion: Personally, I think the author's thinking is clear, the narrative has no flaws, and it seems to be quite smooth. But there is one thing I want to say, that is, the pace is a little fast, but the details are still a little lacking. Especially the heart-warming scenes about the protagonist's life in the mountain col, they feel not vivid enough. I hope the author can slow down the pace a little ~ Of course, this is my personal opinion, don't comment if you don't like it!

I went to the Yangguan ruins in 2015. The weight of history penetrated deeply into the city wall. Even after a thousand years of wind and frost, the clay city wall still stood on the vast Gobi. It was this passion, the Chinese Dragon Soul, that gave his soul.

I suspect that the author has entered the palace, but I have no evidence😥😥

Bonus of the Book There was a book shortage for a while. I went to the recommendation list to look for books and saw The Training of the Song Dynasty. As a result, I chose the book under it. The second time I saw it again, I didn't choose it because I hated it. Until two months later, I opened it and read it for a while. Poor) When I saw the end, I found that I had just finished the last one. In order to commemorate this wonderful fate, I ordered a hundred pictures. Come on, administrator, favor me. I want to be more precise! ! !

Teacher Cang, when will it be updated?😭

I'll wipe it, you're not dazzled! Actually updated

Winter passes and spring comes, and everything revives. In a blink of an eye, April has arrived. "A year's plan begins with spring, a day's plan begins with morning." April is a busy season, but also a season full of hope. Write a book review with April as the title. Requirements: more than 200 words, Title: April Events Publication Category: Sharing. As long as your post is refined, it means you have been selected. There is no limit to the number of posts. Event time: April 6, 2019 - May 1, 2019 Participation qualifications: Full subscription Specific rewards: 1 person for first place, reward: 8000 points 2 people for second place, reward: 6000 points 4 people for third place, reward: 3000 points Reward collection: Private message in V group Start ID in text form, screenshot of fan value. Then the account will be issued directly from Qidian. If you do not contact me for verification, you will automatically give up. The book review activity is a small benefit for friends who have always supported Cangshan University. Thank you for your continued support. The final interpretation right of this event belongs to the moderator. Chapter Talk Activity: One question per day Author: Cangshan Yueda will ask a question at the end of the chapter every day, covering the Song Dynasty and the Mastiff Tang Dynasty. If you know the correct answer, please reply in the Chapter Talk. The first correct answer will be rewarded with 500 points. April 5th, 2019 - May 3rd, 2019 Winners must join the group before May 5th and find me (V group management kindly advises) to verify the registration. Those who do not contact me for verification will automatically abstain. Special remarks, privately send full order screenshots + starting point ID in text form! Those who do not verify will be considered as abstaining.

The beautiful April passed quietly, accompanied by flowers, spring rain, and breeze. Suddenly I remembered a sentence that I should have remembered at the beginning of the month: "April in the world." - Spring is too beautiful and too short, so I am too afraid of missing it. I like April because it is a season worth remembering, a season of waiting, and a season of sowing. When April's seeds are buried deep in the soil, in April of next year, I will find these seeds, carefully carve and chew them one by one, and I will find that there is still a kind of emotion spreading deep in my heart... In the late spring in the south, although there are no peach blossoms, when the azaleas bloom all over the mountains and fields, they burn the world like a flame, sweeping away all the sentiments of spring. Only the overwhelming spring spirit surrounds us, making us feel lazy and comfortable. Although there are no traces of wings in the sky, the swallows have already passed through the eaves of the seasons and are busy on the green fields; the cuckoos have begun to make the afternoon in the countryside extra distant. Everything makes us feel that all things are sprouting and life is abundant, marking the beginning of another cycle of life. The air in April is filled with a faint fragrance, a sweet taste that seems to be there but not there. Every tree and every grass has the heart to bloom. It has been carefully prepared for a year, and after repeated brewing, it quietly appears, surprising people. Beautiful flowers are gifts dedicated to nature, expressing sincere love. The soft petals and bright colors are the expression of dreams and desires of trees. At the most beautiful moment of the year, they stretch out all their desires, express all their love, embrace the air, embrace the sunshine, and smile with everyone tirelessly. Strolling along the path of spring return, you can see thousands of pairs of green cypress trees waving in the breeze. The brown color of autumn and the pureness of winter seem to have never happened. Watch the small green ginkgo fans practice waving in the wind. The once golden little fan was her prop yesterday, and she was still taking a nap in her beloved book. Green decorates all the spaces, exuding faint green leaves, playing the most beautiful green dance of life with the spring rain, melodious, soothing and charming. The crisp notes are as sweet and clear as mountain springs, and suddenly they sing in unison, singing into your heart like a child's voice. It is as powerful and beautiful as a chorus, and all the grass has grown and all the green leaves have emerged. Green nourishes the eyes, nourishes the heart, and makes all the hearts that have gone through trials feel comfortable. The flowers are white, pink, and bright red. Purple, light yellow, and even blue... All came out, each one smiling, pure, sweet, cunning, elegant... Endless praise, endless splendor. You can only use a smile and take deep breaths to blend in the beauty of everything. What a happy day, with so many happy partners to share it with. April, the peak season of spring, the flowers in the world are all fragrant. Our long-lost hearts are dyed green in this season. The fragrance of flowers and the smell of earth open our intoxicating hearts again and again! The hot greenery, the grass is green once, and the ground is green; the flowers bloom once, and the fragrance lasts for a season! If we focus our sights on the deepest part of April, not on the mountains or the water, but on the dancing clouds, we will be impressed by the scene in front of us. The clouds and smoke flying in the misty rain and red dust, with a trace of nostalgia and a little bit of melancholy, traveling through time and space, can beautify our inner space, that The colorful beauty, like the tears of a poet, seems to be the colors of the painter's pen, which are moving through the ages into beauty. Then, we will sigh, the eternal and fragrant poems in April once gave birth to the charm of a peerless beauty, allowing us to live in it and be drunk in it! The April sky sings the thoughts of spring, the noisy ups and downs, and the quiet valley, just like the endless clouds and smoke in the April sky. Beautiful love is clear and touching at this moment, pure and intoxicating at this moment. We do not avoid the fact that in the light dance, love can still be dyed with fragrant colors like hot greenery, and express the thoughts of a spring lover! A thousand-year-old eye, a thousand-year eye, so much beauty in one eye, so much nostalgia in one eye, and the meeting of heart and heart, aren't they the flowers blooming on every tree and the lushness of mountains and mountains in April? I found a strong breath in the words of spring, opened the volume of April, and read the most wonderful words of the season. I think, I was not only moved by this word, but also was infected by the pleasant April in spring, because of a poem by Bai Juyi: The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temples begin to bloom. Even if the flowers have fallen, peach buds are still blooming, and it is still a enchanting season. The growth of spring settles into a deep feeling, and then transforms all the romance and exuberance into the maturity and weight of the years. And life is not like this. When we are used to seeing flowers blooming and falling, all the glory and wealth will become dull. Have we tasted the true taste of the world?

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My name is Wu Sanhu. I am an ordinary little fat guy. My home is in a place called Xiashan Col. It is a very good place. It may not be beautiful, but it is very warm. There, there was my ancestor, my fourth uncle, my sixth uncle, a group of brothers, my sister, and my mother. Although she had always been cruel to me, I knew that she loved me. Although she is stingy, stingy, and will go against Brother Jiu for some small business, she loves me because I love her too. Sometimes, I often think about how wonderful it would have been if there hadn't been that man-made disaster. I was still the follower who followed Jiu Ge with Qiao'er, and he would not disappear even after going down the mountain. My ancestor would still often scold us for our ignorance, and my mother would beat and scold us every day. Although it was very uncomfortable, I really, really enjoyed this feeling, because I could never go back. I will never forget that moonlit night, when the sky was filled with fire and the entire Xiashan Col was burned red. Those people were burning, killing and looting in the Xiashan Col, wearing official and military uniforms and doing devilish deeds. I lost all my relatives. I could only watch my mother being killed and Qiaoer being snatched away in front of my eyes. I can't help it, I really hate it. Fortunately, I still have brothers, I am not alone, because we are not desperate yet in Xiashan'ao, we still have hope. Brother Ninth said that we can take revenge. I believe him, because he is my Brother Ninth. From today on, there will be no Wu Sanhu in the world, only Mu Biao. Yes, I am Mu Biao, Fat Shura of Changlu Escort Agency, a sharp knife of revenge in Brother Ninth's hand.

I hate this kind of eunuch novels the most, and strongly request Qidian to remove all eunuch novels from the shelves.

I have to wait for the author again. When will he be revived again?

Activity content: Let's learn about cats together, cough, that's wrong, let's write extras together. Time flies, the sun and the moon fly by, and before you know it, Mastiff Tang has updated 1.2 Million words. With 1.2 Million words, there are many characters with distinctive personalities. So, which character impresses you the most? Everyone is welcome to use their brains to write a side story for their favorite characters, blooming with their own brilliance! Activity rules: Post and write a short article in the book review area. Note: In order to facilitate statistics, please post a fanfic ps: more than 200 words. As long as your post is refined, it means you have been selected. There is no limit on the number of posts, but if one person has multiple posts, only one will be counted. Event time: March 11, 2019 - March 31, 2019 Participation qualifications: Full reservation Specific rewards: 1 person for first place, reward: 8000 points 1 person for second place, reward: 6000 points 1 person for third place, reward: 5000 points 12 people for fourth place, reward: 500 points Reward collection: private message in V group. : Starting point ID in text form, screenshot of fan value. Then the account will be issued directly by Qidian. If you do not contact me for verification, you will automatically give up. The book review activity is a small benefit for friends who have always supported Cangshan Dada. Thank you for your continued support. The final interpretation right of this event belongs to the moderator. Zhang Shuo activity details Now the starting point is Zhang Shuo's like activity, and we gangsters are also doing it. It is considered as a reward for the fans who have always supported Cangshan. Let's talk about the key points! March 12, 2019 - March 31, 2019 The latest chapters updated every day said that we will draw two lucky viewers in each chapter to give away 500 starting points. One of the places will be the one with the most likes, and the other will be randomly flipped. The winner will be announced in the group at 8 o'clock the next day The winner must join the group before April 3 Join the group. Find me (V group management respectfully) to verify the registration. Special remarks, privately send full order screenshots + starting point ID in text form! Those who do not verify will be considered as abstaining. Note: Meaningless chapters do not count!

April Events In the afternoon, the sun was clear and yellow, melting and slanting on the green walls and red tiles, refracting the crystals and shining silently. I stood in front of the window, gently lifted the curtain, pushed open the window, and let the sunshine soak into the house freely. My gestures were so light and soft, for fear that my nails would accidentally hurt the bright and soft body of the sun. A ray of sunshine instantly filled the room as I opened the window, evenly and quietly covering the desk by the window, along with a diary with a purple dream perched on the desk, along with me and my entire cabin. The red flowers and green leaves outside the window and the scattered shadows inside the window combine to form a quiet and vivid picture. Standing in such a peaceful and pleasant sunshine, watching the shadows of flowers floating on the desk, and the shadows of people swaying in the dark fragrance, my heart becomes soft, quiet, and leisurely, but from time to time, I will have some substantive or unrestrained interesting reveries. Lean your body in a safe and comfortable posture on the armchair next to the desk, with soft and bright light flowing on your shoulders. Sip a cup of fragrant tea and listen to a piece of melodious and euphemistic pure music. As the music slowly flows from the speaker, a vivid and clear picture will appear in front of you - - You will see the mountains in the distance, lush forests, tinkling springs, and a few cows and sheep at the foot of the mountain, blushing for a few tender grasses; you will hear the sound of the river flowing in front of your hometown thousands of miles away, and the willow branches hanging on the river will leisurely tell the story of a pair of childhood sweethearts and childhood sweethearts by the river. I have always liked pure music. I don't mean to despise songs. I just feel that no matter how touching and vivid the lyrics in a song are, they will limit the artistic conception imagined in the listener's mind to the artistic conception that can be expressed in the lyrics. However, a piece of light and melodious pure music, although you can't see a word of lyrics, you can expand your infinite imagination in your mind, letting your heart wander in the forest and dance on the clouds along with the melodious music. A person who is inclined towards songs in his heart may feel that his heart can resonate with the strings of lingering and beautiful lyrics, but may think that pure music is too monotonous. But for a person like me who prefers pure music, it is a great enjoyment to be able to see a beautiful scenery in the sound of wordless music and hear a string of touching joyful words. Therefore, in my leisure time, if I am given a choice, I will naturally favor a piece of pure music and indulge in it. When you look to the sun in your heart, a tree and flowers will bloom in your heart. At this moment, my whole figure is woven into a piece of graceful and warm sunshine, with wisps of dark fragrance floating around. The sadness of the past has disappeared without a trace in an instant. Joy is unconsciously blooming between my eyebrows. The boat parked in the lake of my heart is drifting leisurely, smelling the smell of sunshine. Some people say they like the candlelight with long teardrops hanging on the candlestick, burning and jumping. They say that the candlelight has an ancient charm, which makes people unconsciously ignite poetry. Of course I also love candlelight, but in my heart, the beauty of candlelight is still slightly inferior to that of sunlight. Its beauty can only be limited to the room and needs to be set off by objects. If a long candle is placed in an empty room, without the decoration of the high hall curtains, and without the background of the beautiful lady wearing red makeup hidden behind the curtains, do you think such candlelight can still have some ancient charm? How many more poems can come out of your heart in front of such candlelight? The beauty of sunlight is unique and does not need to be set off by any object. Whether it is a splendid patch of sunshine or a thin ray of sunshine, whether it shines gracefully on the hexagonal window or on the blooming petals of condensation, or faint Even if the ground is spread flat on the top of a decadent hill or on messy dead branches and leaves, it will not lose its beauty. The beauty of sunlight does not need any objects to set it off, and wherever it goes, it will give birth to a kind of spirituality and a kind of vitality, which will make the objects more beautiful. Staring at my own figure in front of the desk in the sun, I suddenly felt that if I changed my body angle, I would be more harmonious with this scenery - then I changed my body on the chair facing the sun to the side to face the sun. The sparkling light danced on half of my eyebrows, making my reverie more interesting and my mood more joyful. I always feel that whether it is the elderly, children, men or women, the side is more eye-catching than the front. I once told this passage to a friend, who suggested that I was a lonely woman who needed the love and care of my relatives and the care of my friends. My friend's words are only half correct. I may be a lonely person, but the second half of my friend's sentence does not seem to be a description of a lonely person. It is quite appropriate to use this second half of the sentence to describe a lonely person. I personally think that inner loneliness and inner loneliness have very different meanings and cannot be compared - a lonely person cannot often get together with his relatives and has few friends to accompany him. He is timid and feels helpless. If he wants to vent his thoughts, no one will listen, or he can't find the right person to listen. He is half-trusting of everyone, is afraid of interacting with others, and is worried that he will be hurt. A lonely person is a kind of illness and needs psychological counseling. However, for those who are lonely in their hearts, even if they are accompanied by relatives and friends, even if they are on a stage with thunderous applause, or standing on the streets of a noisy and busy city, their hearts are still silent. People who are lonely at heart are strong. They have strong hearts and independent thoughts. Few people can hurt themselves. This kind of independence is not paranoid, it can also be said to be unique in thinking. They often have unique insights into certain things, but do not know how to communicate with others, rather than being afraid to communicate with others. A person who is lonely in his heart has a peaceful heart and delicate feelings. He will not try to please others and does not care about other people's scrutiny of him. He just wants to understand others silently in a corner and will not deliberately let others understand him. On such a sunny afternoon in April, just lazily leaning on the chair in front of the window, accompanied by a ray of sunshine, a few flower shadows, lingering with a piece of pure music, the light jumping on the long hanging hair, my heart dancing in the faint fragrance, looking out the window at the joy of jumping branches, watching bees and butterflies playing among the flowers, it is really a great blessing and a great luxury. This feeling of beauty will never be weaker than watching a dewy flower blossom in the early morning. In such exquisite and delightful sunshine, in such quiet and elegant scenery, how can we not have some interesting reveries in our hearts? How can you not have a beautiful picture pop up in your mind? Why worry and sorrow? The sunshine will never disappoint anyone's attachment to it. As long as you face the sun wholeheartedly, it will definitely fill you with fragrance. Gather a touch of sunshine, be it in your hair, you will be beautiful all the way, and you will be warm all your life.

It's impossible to write it yourself, my writing skills are so poor, only pasting and copying is the way to go! I like to squint my eyes like a cat and enjoy the sunshine, the kind of sunshine that warms my heart bit by bit. This sunshine is unique, just like the April it is in, and the memories it brings to me are so different. Therefore, I have always believed that it is one of all the beauties that April has given me, making me deeply immersed in its warmth and unable to extricate myself. I bathed in the sunshine and faded away the cold tones of winter. My heart also becomes soft, like the tender grass that has just sprouted on the ground. To it, the world is still beautiful. So, I kept chasing, chasing all the good things that revived me. If I could, I would like to embrace April. It seems that in this way we can embrace the sunshine and the entire spring together. Actually, I was born in April. To be more precise, I am a child of April. So I stubbornly regard April as my beauty. Even if others pronounce its homophony in a mocking tone to fabricate my misfortune, I will regard it as my honor. If I can go on another journey to another world in this season of my birth, I think that is the best gift that April has given me. The night in April is not as warm as the day, and the wind in front of me always carries a chill, but this always makes me think of many new thoughts. What is it that gently touches the secret that is unwilling to be opened in the heart, and what is it that adds a sense of tranquility to grief. Meditate on it, in such a night, I touch the scabbed heartache to see if I have become strong. Still feeling the pain, I laughed, grateful that I could handle it. But after all, that is not a past that can be easily forgotten. It left too big and deep traces in my heart. Therefore, I ask the wind to take away my heartache, just like the green leaves flying in April, silent where it belongs. April days bring me a bright smile; April nights bring me heartache. April created everything for me. So, please let me stay in your arms for just a little longer, even if it is exchanged for my missing you in summer, autumn and winter, I am willing...

Xiao Mo is here to wish the brothers in Guanlan a Happy New Year, and good luck in the new year! I wish you all good health, all the best, and all your wishes come true! In the new year, I also hope that Uncle Yue's body will be healthier, and he should take good care of his body during the update period. I also wish Guanlan's achievements can reach a higher level!

It's April again, the weather is sunny, and the spring in the north seems to be reluctant to return this year. I wonder if she has fallen in love with the spring in the south of the Yangtze River? While the spring in the south of the Yangtze River is bright and beautiful, the spring in the north is still in a sleepy state, and the long-awaited flowers are still unwilling to disperse. So, I anxiously waited for the warm sunshine of spring to peel off the clouds and suddenly see the light. This spring always touches my heart and my thoughts. The first thing I do when I open my eyes every morning is to pick up the mobile phone on the bedside and check the latest weather forecast. When I looked at the bright sun on my mobile phone, my heart immediately felt better, and I immediately got up to get dressed and freshen up. It seemed like I had been given a shot of blood all day long, full of energy.       This spring always has a beauty that arouses people's heart. Regarding spring, there have always been too many literati who are willing to use their pen and ink to write the story of a flower, the emotion of a tree, the silk of a drop of rain, and the joy and sorrow of a person. In short, every word and every sentence about spring has a story, either sad or happy.       Speaking of spring, the ten miles of peach blossoms come to mind. I was born in a place where peach blossoms bloom ten miles away. That is my hometown. It's funny to say that my hometown is known as the "Hometown of Peach Blossoms". Every year when the peach blossoms are in full bloom, an annual "Peach Blossom Party" is held, and some celebrity artists are invited to perform. But I have never seen peach blossoms, and seeing peach blossoms only happened when I grew up. What's funny is that I was born in a place called "The Land of Peach Blossoms", but I never played, chased, and had fun in the Peach Blossom Land when I was a child. Even the "Peach Blossom Party" can only be heard from the mouths of others. A certain star and a certain cross talk actor came. Of course, they only heard about it through hearsay.      Compared to the peach blossoms in spring, I like apricot blossoms more. Because those apricot blossoms that once bloomed all over the mountains and plains on the hillsides bear witness to my childhood. There are our childhood dreams there, and there are traces of our chasing and playing. Even every blooming apricot blossom has been ravaged by us, just because we like it but never cherish it. The apricot trees in the mountains were left unattended and allowed to grow naturally, so we started to play like crazy. Unlike the pear trees planted at home, we couldn't move or touch them. We could only watch them from a distance. If we raised our hands even slightly, we would be scolded by our parents.       Perhaps it is because of the apricot blossoms accompanying us throughout the spring that we were not alone in our childhood. I made an appointment with a few close friends and climbed all over the mountain. I climbed from one mountain to another. I picked up the bright apricot blossoms and held them in my hands to compare their beauty. I climbed from one tree to another. It seemed that I never felt tired at that time.         There is also something special about breaking branches. Not just any branch will do. Generally, the ones that are in bud are ready to bloom, and the redder the buds, the better. Then take it home and put it in a bottle filled with water. There were no beautiful vases at that time. Most of the things our parents asked us to arrange flowers were glass infusion bottles. We could pick them up casually on the street, but they were too dirty and we didn't know what others had put in them. So we usually had that kind of bottle at home just in case of emergencies. Press the bottle into the bucket, goo-dong, goo-dong, goo-dong. After a while, the bottle is almost full, then you pick it up, rub your red and wet hands from your clothes, and insert the flowers one by one. Occasionally, I smile when I think of it. It turns out that we have already started learning flower arrangement when we were children, and we just do it casually without being particular about it. After a few days, several friends looked at each other's flowers and commented on each other.        Apricot flower is a relatively simple flower, with single petals, not layered, and the color is not bright and dazzling. It does not have the beauty of peach blossoms, the purity and simplicity of pear blossoms, the grace and splendor of cherry blossoms, and the allure of roses. It is simple, just like its petals. The white petals are the most common ones I see, so that when I was a child, I had conflicts with other playmates over grabbing a branch of pink apricot flowers. At that time, I was always thinking, why are there no bright red apricot flowers? Or what about the big purple apricot blossoms? Why are the ones I see mostly white, and the pink ones slowly turn white in the end? This makes me really depressed.       Every time I look at the petals of an apricot flower, especially in the sun, I always feel that the petals seem to be transparent, like the wings of a butterfly, ready to fly. The stamens, with a hint of golden color, are like girls dancing in the wind, dancing gracefully in the center of the petals. Flowers that I once loved, I began to leave my hometown and wander. I wonder if you will bloom in this spring? Are there those children playing around you?                                                   did not bear witness to my growth, and gave me the joy of my childhood. When I see it, I always think of my village, my playmates, and some unforgettable stories. It is kind. It is rare to see apricot blossoms in cities far away from my hometown. When I see them occasionally in the mountains, I am reminded of my village. The apricot tree in my backyard is like a relative I have seen after a long absence. It is particularly kind, even though many flowers in the mountains and forests are more beautiful and brighter than it.        At that time, no one scolded us for not caring for flowers, plants and trees when we broke off apricot branches, and no one criticized whether we did the right thing. Instead, breaking branches and picking flowers at that time became our only pleasure and the most beautiful memory of every child's childhood.       Today, I have long gone, and I no longer go to the place that belonged to my childhood. I will no longer break a few branches of apricot blossoms to play with as a child, let alone pick one and wear it on my head. These memories are getting further and further away from me. I can only recall my apricot blossom forest on such a spring day, looking at the pear blossoms in bud opposite me. Maybe if I go out to pick a flower now, a kindergarten kid will come over and tell me seriously, "Brother, picking flowers is wrong." And I could only smile bitterly.      The pear blossoms outside the window are about to bloom, and the white elves are waiting to bloom, curled up and ready to dance. I know that when the pear blossoms bloom, the apricot blossoms will fail, but I did not seriously watch an apricot blossom bloom, nor did I look at the posture of those dancing girls growing. I always see the apricot blossoms blooming inadvertently, and then I shout happily, wow, the apricot blossoms are blooming. The apricot blossoms mean that I have something to do again, although now it seems that it is not a good thing. In my impression, apricot blossoms always bloom suddenly overnight and fail suddenly overnight. Because I never really looked at them. Just like inadvertently, the time is already April, inadvertently, our parents have grown old, inadvertently, we are no longer the children ourselves, but everything seems like yesterday.                                                                                            My memories are so long, and my story is also so long, but it is so long that it cannot bloom for a season. When the flowers bloom, my story begins. When the flowers fade, my story ends. Do you understand? The story of an almond blossom...

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My name is Li Bai, and my courtesy name is Taibai. When I left my hometown in Sichuan, my adoptive father once told me that people should not be arrogant, but they should not be without pride. He said that the opportunity of my life lies in the word pride. I didn't understand it at the time, but he told me that I would understand it later. With my adoptive father's instructions and my father's expectations, I went to Chang'an. I witnessed the prosperity of this city with my own eyes. I once said, "There will be times when the wind and waves break, and the sails will fly across the sea." I hope to make a difference in this city. To borrow the words of a young man, I also hope that I can "serve the emperors Yao and Shun, and make the customs pure." However, this city does not seem to be so friendly to me. Although the emperor admires me, he summons me to the Hanlin Academy. But there are always villains who want to harm me, trying to cover up my talents and make my pearls fall into dust. Many powerful people were jealous of my talent and tried every possible means to alienate the emperor from me. I thought being low-key and humble would solve the problem, but I was wrong. That day, in the Hanyuan Hall, Prime Minister Li Linfu once again joined forces with many nobles to put pressure on me. At that time, I finally understood the meaning of what my foster father said to me. Humility is not useful to everyone. For some people, you can only overpower them if you are more arrogant than him. For example, now. "Just you trash? I don't want to provoke you, but I don't mean that you can insult me at will. I, Li Bai, my father is Li Ke, who is in charge of the Western Trading Company. My father said that he is the richest man in the Tang Dynasty. No one has the ability to compete for that Position. My foster father is Mu Zichu, the king of Changning County. What will happen to you if I use my foster father's hand to deal with you? You, Li Linfu, are just a traitor, are you worthy of ostracizing me? Lux was just a slave. He was just a dog next to Princess Taiping. Do you think you can change anything now? No, you can't. In my eyes, you are still a dog. If the dog doesn't obey, I don't mind beating it to death. And you? You guys, what else can you do besides scheming and flattery? You really think that you are cheating on me by trying to get on Li Linfu's side? You never know who this court belongs to." It was the first time in my life that I cursed someone. For some reason, I felt relaxed all over, and my mind became much clearer in a trance. I threw up my sleeves and left the palace, chanting softly, "The emperor couldn't get on the boat, so he claimed that I was a wine-drinking immortal." Only then did I want to rebel against my parents and say that my path was not in the court. Maybe this is what I want, and I finally know why my adoptive father left Chang'an.