Choosing a Wife, Teaching a Husband

Different age groups, different identities, different lives, for colorful dreams, we met, met and became friends. I hope that in the days to come, I can always be by your side and walk with you all the way. That would be my honor! The book "Wives and Husbands" I wrote has been signed. I would like to thank all my friends for their support. I am really grateful to have known you all along the way.

The lava of the times was used to build the Han tripod. Thousands of students, shining Bauhinia. Inheriting the quintessence of the country, seeking truth and pioneering the new. Educated and solid, moral and professional. Youth is unfettered and the world is full of freedom. Good deeds follow, and we share peace. I am willing to carry forward my unique knowledge for the past saints, to establish the heart of heaven and earth, and to establish the destiny of the people. Qingqing Zijin, my heart is leisurely. Profit and live happily together to build the Han Ding.

There are clouds and water in my mouth There is dust on my fingertips I check the flying light of five thousand revolutions The chaos in the beginning opens its bright eyes Holding a giant ax to split this primitive land Opening Yujiang to ask the three emperors Who hid me in Langhuan Pavilion Two How many chapters can be contained in the Fourteenth Dynasty There is a tree in the east of the sky There is a red dragon holding a candle in Zhongshan Burning the internal organs of the Chinese people Arrows shooting at the golden crow Pressed on my bowstring The boundless sky is nothing but the hero's lookout How can there be fire? Take the glory of the stars to shine in all directions Taste the herbs and drink the Daze River Wei Tang soup Cut off the feet and set up the pillar of heaven to straighten the black and yellow Now it is still my straight backbone In the fish-dragon formation, no one will surrender even though I have gone out with gold Dead in a battle, leaving the spirit of the hero to guard all nations in all directions Flying kites as flags Come together to welcome me on the Big Dipper The Central Plains is 90,000 hectares I have to write the first chapter of the history Visiting Kunlun also involves Xishan Qi I have passed by painted walls Or found classic books with inscriptions After drinking the world, there is still heat in my throat Picking up a handful of dry relatives at Changyang Mountain Seeing Xuannv in the mist in the sky Riding a red carp at the Dragon Gate Wandering Made three thousand words to reveal some secrets Du Ruohan's autumn light Nine songs and one dream rise from the Xiangjiang River It has been in the blood of the Chinese people for a long time The lyre is melodious Let's get drunk with the river uncle May I ask if the jade pendant is still in Luoyang The mighty East China Sea Seven feet of red silk hits the emptying huge waves Stepping on the golden wheel The lotus blossoms in my six pupils The wind and thunder under the wings The horns are shining and I am named a general Walking on the clouds The rotten stone and withered pines are no more than a sound Lighting up at the third watch to illuminate the night and the white-breasted tiger enters the account Out of Qishan I looked up and saw the colorful phoenix flying down The demon flags moved and all the spirits bowed their heads and called me the king The series of places began It's me who should unveil the first list of gods How long has Xihe's golden chariot gone Where has Wangshu Yuyue gone I've walked up the Milky Way and down into the wilderness Listen to who will play and sing the story on the twelfth floor The Mythical Age twists and turns into a corridor in the blink of an eye Thousands of years later, it is the coat of arms in my palm The past of heroes may be mottled in the painting hall of red paint But also in this mountain, the sea is vast and the sky is vast How can there be fire? Taking the brilliance of the stars to shine in all directions On the Central Plains, who raised the whip and opened the chapter of the history The mighty East China Sea, the seven-foot red silk damasked the huge waves Under the list, who left his name on the gold list in front of the altar of gods Walking through Kunlun, the sun and moon in the pot warmed the turbid wine With the warmth, I wrote a book in the Langhuan Collection Preview the chapter Escape into the legend and make some absurd things Go back five thousand years and let me claim to be the most crazy person in all time

Auntie's writing style reminds me of "Sword Comes" inexplicably

This update speed is great! Old aunt😜😜

The setting is very good, the writing is very comfortable to read, the words are humorous, and the descriptions of the fight scenes are vivid. I'd like to cheer you up (✪▽✪)

"Tiance Gun Soul" Listen, the sound of horse hooves trampling Chaos, the night is deep Kill, one shot determines the world What to fear, the bones of the soul Burn the fire, split the sky The wind and the sound of war flags are getting wild The solitary smoke is straight, the distant mountains are long Border town wind Snow in the throat Six-jun bow, eight-foot spear I have never forgotten my determination back then My body is unimpeded, my heart is unbridled Just a bloody smile Looking at the setting sun alone, the setting sun is in the distance, the way back is already unclear My eyes are full of light, in the direction I am standing, whose battlefield is this! The direction of the spear, the world and the earth are both injured, one horse fights in all directions The horse is waving and drinking blood, no one can stop the soul-breaking thorn I heard the words in the past, the seven-foot-old man, he should be lying drunk on the battlefield Changing things Langlang, with clear faith, so why not, buried in Qingshan high-spirited, worthy of the glory of the wolf of the Eastern Capital! Look, the flag chases the waves of dust The fighting spirit can no longer be concealed >Burning fire, cracking the sky Wind-whipped battle flags are getting wilder Lone smoke is straight, distant mountains are long Border town is windy and snowy Six-jun bow, eight-foot spear I have never forgotten my determination back then br>The body is unimpeded, the mind is unbridled Just a bloody smile Looking at the setting sun alone, the setting sun is in the distance, the way back is unclear My eyes are full of light, the direction I am standing in, this is the battlefield! The direction of the spear, the world and the earth are injured, one ride fights in all directions The horse swings wildly and drinks blood, No one can stop the soul-breaking stab In the past, I heard the words, the seven-foot-old man, he should be lying drunk on the battlefield The world is bright, The righteousness is clear, so why not, Qingshan Burial The proud and high-spirited, worthy of the glory of the wolf of the Eastern Capital! At the last moment, the iron armor is stained with rust dust, It's dusk on the way back With perseverance in the eyes, the soul of the gun is cast indestructible, reborn in the blood The spear is pointed, breaking your strong formation, and the horse is galloping at will The body of the gold and iron horse is still stable, and the smile leads to the bloodbath of the enemy Weapons The three armies heard the drum and ordered to go out. This battle will be won or lost No need to ask about the return date, the battlefield is endless, I have my own self, iron and steel There is no need to talk about life and death, the spear alone guards the soul of the Tang Dynasty!

Congratulations. . . You are on fire. . . 😂😂

Crazy aunt😏😏

One day, I passed away. Those who hated me danced gracefully, and those who loved me shed tears like dew. The next day, my body was buried deep underground with its head facing west. Those who hated me looked at my grave with a smile on their faces, while those who loved me did not dare to look back. A year later, my bones have rotted and my grave has been exposed to rain and wind. People who hate me still look angry when they occasionally mention me after dinner. People who love me cry silent tears to whom in the dead of night. Ten years later, I no longer have a body, only some bones are left. Those who hate me only vaguely remember my name and have forgotten my face. Those who love me deeply, there is a brief silence when they think of me, and life gradually blurs everything. Decades later, my grave was blown away by the rain and wind, leaving nothing but desolation. Those who hated me forgot about me, and those who loved me deeply followed them into the grave. To this world, I have become nothing. I have struggled all my life and cannot take away a single plant or tree. I have been persistent all my life and cannot take away any vanity or admiration. In this life, no matter whether you are rich or poor, you will have to reach this final step one day. In future generations, I will look back and realize that my life has been wasted! I want to cry, but I can't make a sound. I want to repent, but it's too late! Live your life with your heart and don't take other people's eyes as your criterion. Love, hate, and hatred are actually just admiration for oneself. Three thousand prosperity, at the snap of a finger, will be nothing more than a handful of yellow sand a hundred years later.