Mastiff Tang

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...

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.