Watch the Sunset Set over the Branches

㇏㇏ Watching the sunset set on the branches, I took this picture to thank my book friends for their support and attention.

A stroke of genius, spiritual enjoyment, worth looking forward to more exciting moments.

Very much looking forward to the update! Since reading it, I have opened the starting point three times a day, just to see if the author has published new content 😌😌

Orioles fly and grass grows for two months, and flowers lose their sleep to relieve the spring breeze. I wrote the million-word novel "The Sunset Falls on the Branches" just to repair emotions, cultivate kindness, and practice great love in this rough human world.                                                                                                                                                                                   moves reads At the moment when I am obsessed with money, it is true that I cannot stay away from the cries of apes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, but I can adhere to the paradise of one side's spirit, continue to be an impartial lotus with a proud posture, and welcome the first sun on top of the mud.         ，；         ，；         ，……

I have fallen in love with the Qidian Chinese platform, and I sincerely invite literary friends to meet in the holy land of the soul. I am particularly passionate about writing the topic novel "Watch the Sunset Fall on the Branches", with the purpose of making a silent protest against print magazines. As an old member of the Chinese Writers Association in 2009, I am willing to discuss writing skills with literary friends and inject alternative new blood into online literature. We sincerely invite everyone to collect, invest, comment, follow and forward. I will never stop. This painting was made after the code was completed.

I would like to thank the teachers at Qidian. Com for their hard work, and thank you fellow Taoists for your perseverance in me who just joined the online literature. Specially created lyrics for Liuque feedback. I wish you all the best, start hand in hand and grow together! ! ! Sun Baichuan's Ci Liuque (1) A cut of plum blossoms. Baling Village Go up to Baling alone to become a green screen. Half lapels are romantic, I will be clear and bright all my life. The favorable wind helps the mountains to come, I sleep in high places, and everything wakes up together. The three religions share the tragedy. Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, indication of ferocity. Who can give an enemy a long banner? The prosperous Qianlong, rooted in the mud. (2) Good daughter. Early summer The flowers and butterflies are like frost. Red is silly and green is crazy. It's the romantic season again, The moon rises in the middle of the water. Chu Xia Yu was injured. Everything is at your fingertips, full of radicals. Where is the beauty? The end of the world is lingering. The cuckoo is singing. (3) Set the storm. Ordinary life Three thousand diners are not everyone, You can see mulberry and hemp in the sound of partridges. When birds fall, people are at ease. Readily. The sunset is slanting at the low point of the water flow. When autumn comes deep, it is windy and rainy. No complaints. The green hills are as faint as tea. I have seedlings, who has pain? Send each other. Reliance on the virtual and the real recognizes the fence. (4) Water Melody Songtou. Yo Yo Deer Ming In the cold place of Shu, the sound of deer crowing is everywhere. Yoyou has never left the bright moon, It has been included in the Book of Songs in a low profile. Throughout the ages, the smoke from farming has been rising, My legs are made of mud and my stomach is hungry, I am locked in poverty and cold. Drought deducts new rain, Closed and broken. In form, people are the foundation, the law is the lamp. Ten thousand acres of tea leaves for poverty alleviation, Yu Jinxiu, Weaving the Qingming Festival. True folk confidence, Seeking tranquility for the unity of heaven and man, Purpose comes from thick soil. Since then, there are love words, It's midnight. (5) Zui Huayin. Encounter Chang Xiang Chun Shen Chuan catkins. A woman in red. Not stained by the dust yet. Like Guazhou, Leng Yue seeks a lonely journey. I have never met in the draft pile. The legs are hard to leave. Blessings always deceive each other, freeze the clear flow, always become poetry. (6) Shengchazi. Night When the twilight falls, lonely, empty and cold. Neon lights flash in the distance, I am left alone with my shadow. Low down into the dust, listen to the dry well at night. Where can I relax? The crescent moon shines on the mountains.

It is said that the author is crazy, who can understand the meaning?

Literary friends, please comment, collect, forward, invest, and like. I am very grateful. Maybe I have never met you, but my gratitude is better than seeing you in the season of falling flowers. I originally didn't plan to write an online novel, because I was too tired to write something new every day, and I was afraid my body wouldn't be able to bear it. It was my daughter who encouraged me to write online articles. She said I could do it. Post a photo of my daughter that I took to thank her for inspiring me to work hard day and night. When my daughter was reading novels in the fifth grade, she handwrote two novels. Oh, that's great.

A window with mountains and rivers filled with chaotic clouds and half-circle of cold moon sword light and shadow. The flute and flute are confusing and frightening, and the sound of wind and rain is proud of the rivers and lakes. There is nothingness inside and outside the dream, who is drunk? Who is crazy? See "The Sunset Falls on the Branches". [Holding fists][Holding fists][Beer][Beer]

Send poems to friends, asking for investment, collection, and comments. The characters of the novel are roughly laid out, and the novel will have climaxes, suspense, and dangers. It will be exciting, tearful, painful, itchy, and exciting. Next, let's see how I perform and share with you a feast of thought and a feast of spirit. 😂😂😂 Dry Well Written by Sun Baichuan The silence of Dry Well, disdain to insert other content Staying true to the original is an innocent thought When there is water, pretend to be the moon Dry casual spirit The life style of "emptiness is Zen" is innocent and easy to read Being in and out of the world, not caring Being empty may be the best way to understand I am jumping and running in helplessness several meters deep br>The bags under the eyes getting deeper and deeper will hang the dry well on the face No longer please the water, empty yourself to swim in the world The maturity of drying up the tears is a perfect cave Speak of despair and emptiness, the fullness of the person There is a recitation of the dry well

Your writing is very good and I have to praise it. The plot is full of charm, simple and elegant, and full of emotions. The first reading made me feel like I was young again. That was when I first encountered the novel. Looking back on it, I was very emotional. But in today's Internet age, everyone is equal. Even if you have achieved something, how can you think that you are superior to others? On the Internet, those who have masters are teachers. Put aside your pride and humbly ask for advice. This is the correct way, instead of blindly denying others and paralyzing yourself. Everyone has his own thoughts. How can you stop the collision between thoughts? How can your words block the mouths of many people? Maybe you do have a talent, but you are using it in the wrong place. This is a web article, and your method will not work here. It is good to insist on your own ideas, but it does not mean that others are wrong, nor should you belittle others and elevate yourself. Wrong. Big mistake. In today's Internet articles, a hundred flowers bloom and a hundred schools of thought contend. There is no place for your development. I hope you will take care of it.

"Evening Wind" is a very rare novel with realistic themes. It is different from the many fast-food novels in Bai Lang Tao Tian, ​​but only a few people have read it. Am I sick, or is society sick? …

After I finish coding, I will draw a picture. I hope literary friends will like, collect, invest, forward and save my novels. As a member of the Chinese Writers Association, writing an online novel for the first time is really helpless. To publish a paper magazine, I have to sell my kidneys and spend money to publish it. What a shame...

Online novels not only have to be enjoyable first, but also provide readers with ideological gains after the enjoyment. Generally speaking, the harvest is to gain positive energy, but specifically, it is to be positive and optimistic, and to have a correct understanding of life and life. No matter how imaginative fantasy is, in the final analysis it is still for people to read, so literature is the study of people. Everything people do and think must serve humanity. We can't just entertain ourselves with words for temporary pleasure. Real happiness is the emptiness of thoughts, freedom of spirit and relaxation of life. This is the happy life.

， Novels are called popular literature, and they have never been considered elegant. However, the process of socialization has forced this popular literature to the height of human learning. Because of this tension in human learning, each of us literary workers should forget about writing novels for money, and instead should sink their minds and work hard like cultivating immortals. Recommendation: Rather than being so happy that you are happy, it is better to be humorous and thoughtful; Rather than being happy and happy, it is better to be profound and naive.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  .         ，         ，，                 ，        Indifferently, we just took a feint shot at the clown...

Today, after coding this chapter, I got bored and started coding another poem. In return for liking, supporting, investing, collecting, forwarding, reading, and encouraging, my stranger literary friends and readers on the Internet. Code Sun Baichuan (Sichuan) My wife is outside the house, coding bricks I am in the room, coding words One code equals one code The more my wife codes, the more concrete and plump I am The more abstract and dry my code is Deflated My wife coded life into three dimensions I coded life into plane A few umbrella flowers landed on the pier The Buddha in the sky said that there is hope in code words Who believes it, outside the font I coded myself beside the crescent moon

I shattered the sunset, shattered the metaphor rendered in blood. Without love, why do we still need pain; without sails, why do we still need to be on the shore; without you, why do we need to be sick... The broken sunset turns into frost with its breath. The wind knocked on the door, and I was so heartbroken that I had to come to Qidian. Com to type...

The background of the novel is exciting, and the characters gradually come to life. I suggest that authors don't blindly follow trends and stick to their own creative direction. Try not to be too fantasy-like and try to incorporate more reality into it. Continue to maintain your unique writing style and profound thoughts, just like "Evening Wind", so that people with real literary ideas can get spiritual comfort. I have read at least eight of the author's published books, and the poems and prose are very engaging. Today, as a veteran driver of a sanitation truck, I am on the garbage truck, and I sincerely wish the author's million-word novel will become a blockbuster! ! !

I came across this book by chance. The teacher's ideas and subject matter are quite good, but the description method is different from ordinary online novels. The readership may be smaller. Those who are interested can follow it. 👍

After finishing coding, I will compose a poem and then I will go to sleep! Snake catcher says Sun Baichuan (Sichuan) Who turned me into a snake catcher This is not the life I want Is the tree forgetting to bloom, or the rain forgetting to fall Don't say that Chunyan is using scissors to inspire again I work harder than the moon , where has all the glamor gone Snake does not pretend to sleep It is the money-worshiping society that overdrafts hibernation I have nothing, catching snakes for retirement It's all fireworks, not poetry I am rolling out noodles, but the elites regard it as nonsense 2023

The recommendation vote is simply off the mark! Brother!

<> ----Tears. Periscope water drop zoom Meng Po, is your soup mixed with water? I hate Trousers Cloud so much that I cut off my spiritual veins and drained my energy, just to completely break free of the lightning roots spread by Trousers Cloud. He is a love type, and he tied thunder eggs to the roots, trying to force me to reap what I sow. No love anymore, Meng Po, why are you mixing it with water? Is it possible that you will force me to continue the pain of my previous life in the next life and be heartbroken for a man who fell in love with me by mistake? It turns out that Mengpo was transformed from Tongtong Yun's Seven Emotions Sword. Torn pants, you, why did you die before me? No one in the Sword Sect knows that once the Seven Emotions Sword is metamorphosed, its master will be declared brain dead. Because in order to metamorphose this sword, only the sword master is willing to let the giant spirit scorpion drain his seven emotions, and then let the spirit scorpion drain the six desires in the seven emotions. This scorpion will become the Yuan Beast Heavenly Lord in the world of alien beasts...        Mummy mummy, my brother Yun! It is love that allows us to be passionate people in a ruthless world! Thousands of years later, the derelict True Mengpo drags her lonely bridge to overcome the increasingly materialistic love in modern society. The eternal love between Pants Cloud and Damselfly turned into a thousand-year sigh. In recent years. Huawei, which is chasing after the light and shadow, exclaimed after multiple exposures of the two ancient swords: The damselfly is still there, and the pants cloud is not dead. Experts who study imaging used biotechnology to restore the tears of the hero and heroine in the myth, and used this as a mother model. They worked day and night to finally invent the periscope water droplet zoom in the beginning of spring 2003, which can see infinity, including love.

This 100-word novel will become more and more three-dimensional, but my waist push becomes more and more painful... I hope that my sick soul will not be like a rope on a swing, so that I can finish the novel with peace of mind, so that it can be enjoyed by readers and make friends through writing! ! ! In order to make the characters truly live in the novel, I have created a large number of poems to correspond to and improve the soul dimensions of different characters.         ，，，，，，，，！ ! !

Congratulate yourself with poetry and thank the many readers. Today I finally standardized the order of chapters. (Thank you to the platform editors for their painstaking efforts. ="#000000"> font> font> Whose thorns, pack lightly Swim your own edges and right and wrong If you are in love, don't complain, bubble up If you are in pain, don't be cynical, wag your tail I heard that the carps are jumping over the dragon gate all the time, is it true? Then we should first return to the same kind ~ decent ~ compassionate ~ shy∽ Salted fish is right, everyone is a tourist with thorns on their back

Give your friends a poem and drink to your soul! Falling snow becomes a poem Sun Baichuan (Sichuan) . Falling snow becomes a poem Zixu falls in love with Wuyou A complicated and confusing love The more it is described, the more true it becomes A wordless confession Recited after seeing it . Br>Let the flight reach the depths The traces are hidden in the influence My excitement is only for a profound encounter How I want to force out the dark night in my hair Let the beautiful promises between heaven and earth appear on the paper Be impartial and just what you want .

Chapters are always blocked, and I can't figure out where there is something wrong, which is frustrating. Have fun writing lyrics! Hello readers and friends, I wish you a happy May Day and may your family be happy and safe! ! ! Zhaojun's resentment. Lonely Travel One by one Sun Baichuan Black tiles and red walls are short of rain. The window is empty and the journey is solitary. Missing the general pile. Thousands of tears. Don't frighten the swallows if you are worried. Cut off Zhao Qian Sun Li. High fever remains under the umbrella. Let the wind tease you. The Sapphire Case. Si Ma Water Village One by one Sun Baichuan The heart follows the Si Ma and the green Sui Liu. Aquatic dreams, and shy walking. I take Qingshan to remember the past. "Father" oil painting, smiling face despite suffering, with calluses reaching through the window. Where can I grow plum blossoms and listen to the snow? A glass of wine in a low place. Don't laugh and hide the green lotus root in gentleness. Love comes and goes, birds sing in the new house, and the boat sets off after dusk.

The young man wandered into the Millennium Cold Pond, unintentionally unlocked the seal, and the holy petals of the white lotus turned into six fairies. This is where the wonderful story unfolds..：        ， The hero travels to the sky with his sword. Flowers bloom in the realm, and righteousness fills the heart; The earth does not give up on all things, and the world is dangerous with peace of mind. Asking for orders for the people is like a hook. The lofty sentiments illuminate the sun and the moon, and the grass rises to make the princes. Later, under the leadership of Pantai Yun, this group of girls went through all kinds of hardships, and their emotional entanglements were complicated and soul-stirring. On the road to immortality in the Yuan Realm of Humans and Ghosts, the Yuan Realm of Gods and Demons, and the Yuan Realm of Immortals and Saints, there are many ups and downs and frightening. In order to complete Wu Zhou's return to the Tang Dynasty, he will do justice for heaven; in order to prevent the reincarnation of ghosts and men, he will eradicate violence; in order to reshape the order of humanity and heaven, we will share weal and woe and go through life and death together. People seem to have seen the reincarnation of the Overlord of Western Chu, and there is a rumor in "Magpie Bridge Immortal. Hero": "The setting sun drips blood. The long river never stops. There are no shortage of heroes in heaven and earth. The overlord's horizontal sword has leveled the nine states, but the beauty is still there, and the country is one leaf away.        Thousands of mountains keep the festival. The Han boundary is gently folded. Chou Yun calculated the most disdain. Let the wind read, and there will be a book in the sky. The ultimate state of cultivating immortality: open up and live for yourself; use dreams as horses to live up to your time; be grateful and ride away from the dust...

This winter, I will finish the novel. Before I knew it, I had written nearly half a million words. The Spring Festival will be revised to make it a time worthy of "red cherries and green bananas"!

Write poems to comfort yourself and the few close friends you have! Thinking Sun Baichuan (Sichuan) Imagining being able to take away the cinnabar mole from the moon Wanting to dig out a path from the paper Thinking back, I must have thought too much The greenhouse messed up the season The mistress messed up the seniority I was so naive The thoughts confuse myself I want to weld an innocent hug I want to graft a real spring breeze I want to take back the power of rain from the hands of the umbrella seller Think about it as much as I want, and if I don't pay attention I just fall into the wound in the world

After finishing coding this chapter, I suddenly missed my mother... Mother. Sickle Sun Baichuan (Sichuan) . Mother is here Every star is a pearl The keyhole can withstand the test The rice bowl can withstand scrutiny A crescent moon rushes through the heart It is the sickle in the mother's hand that transcends the children . My mother is so big The world is so small Life is really good Kama really asks about the end of the world . My mother is gone I'm afraid of the end Hang the sickle on the wall Drink the curved look back that mother left behind Four seasons are compact, ten lines at a glance