Emperor Yao of Shenwu Great Emperor

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A very good introduction, with concise language and smooth writing.

My heart is with Guan Shanyue, my love leads me to my writings, my cold dream is a guest from across the world, and my network gathers people from all over the world. The hustle and bustle of writing and the quietness of the mountains, `a clear mind and deep ink in the sea,` a slight drunkenness, but no wine,` a drunken pen writes about the dust of the heart.

Wind music among the bamboos, dancing shadows of the moon in the heart of the river, drunkenness among the flowers, and drunken music flowing through the wine glass. Who knows that the romance is old, the elegance is the same as the past and the present, the pen and ink are galloping, and the affection is lingering.

There is a majestic spirit in the article, `the heroic sentiments are reflected in the pen through the ages, `look at the blood-red heart, `accompanying you and me from the beginning of the world.

The whirling shadows of the trees can be imprinted in ink, and the falling autumn leaves can be turned into writings.

"A Different History of the Human Race", see how the down-and-out human race [breaks free] from the enslavement of the elves? How to trample the former mortal enemy--orcs underfoot? How to stand out in a continent full of hundreds of ethnic groups? How to stand up against the Orc Empire and the Elf Royal Court? How to break through the three-legged confrontation and become the hegemon? The fusion of hope and persistence, the collision of wisdom and strength, everything is in "A Different History of Human Race"...

Stars gather in the sky, the heat is lingering in the world, fire is flying in the sky, and morning glory is seen in the starry sky. The wind rises and the summer heat subsides, the chirping of cicadas gradually subsides, it is difficult to sleep for a long time in the deep night, and I enjoy the clear autumn under the moon.

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

People by the bamboo bank accompany the moon with their poems, and ink marks are left on the lotus leaves in the pond. Without poems, I am ashamed of the wine in the cup, and it is difficult to write about the people in my dreams.

The dog days are not yet over, the heat of autumn is strong, the remaining heat has no way to go away, and the autumn wind does not feel cool yet. The moon and stars are still in the river, and the leaves on the mountains are red in the night rain. I think about the autumn mood in front of the screen, and the clear light is full under my fingers.

I only hope that the coolness will disappear forever, `I only wish to disperse the lightness of my life, `I wish that my writing can be divided into the heat of summer, `The ink color adds fragrance and intoxicates the face of the moon.

A gentle breeze shakes the rain dream, `half a pond of lotus leaves drunk with the soul of flowers, `water color with smoke and the shadow of a solitary boat, `the fragrance of lotus accompanied by evening clouds on a moonlit night.

Mutual encouragement! The road to becoming a god is ahead!

The wild geese fly to the end of the world without leaving any trace, the wind comes to the old place and raises the light sail, the clear autumn moon shadows thousands of rivers, and the thousands of mountains in the painting are dwelling in a humble place.

Endless scenery can be seen in the mortal world, a little pure heart sings from the world, a light boat does not know how far the world is, and a thin pen cannot write the heart of a wanderer.

There are a few autumn colors on the night and the moon is dim, and the sky is blue with a line of wild geese. I express my love for you and recite poems drunkenly to relieve my loneliness.

Add it to your bookshelf and read it, the setting is wonderful.

It's a good book. The author's writing is beautiful and the story is attractive. Reading is a kind of enjoyment. I will imagine the scene in my mind, just like watching a movie. Pictures appear in front of my eyes frame by frame. Like it! Great! ✊

One yuan begins again, and the new year must be full of joy. Drunk ink produces flowers and brushes, and the heart is beautiful when the weather is cold. The brush strokes describe the landscape, and the brush strokes stir up the wind and clouds. The universe is vast in the screen, and time invades the fingertips.