The Sword Fell and the Mountains and Rivers Were Shattered

I thought I would have some free time this month, but it turned out that I had to open a branch and I was responsible for it. I was so busy. . . There are so many typos, I will correct them later. Although no one is watching, I am really sorry that it affects viewing.

I've opened a trumpet. The book is called The Highest Place in the World.

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival. Happy Mid-Autumn Festival. Meow invites you to enjoy: "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan" Zhang Jiuling [Tang Dynasty] There is a bright moon on the sea, and the world is at this moment together. Lovers complain about the distant night, but they miss each other at night. When the candle is extinguished, the compassionate light is full, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew. I can't bear to give it away, but I still have a good night's sleep. A bright moon rises over the vast sea, and you and I are admiring the moon together despite being separated by the world. Passionate people resent the long moonlit night and stay awake all night longing for their loved ones. I extinguished the candles and loved the moonlight in the room. I wandered around in my clothes and felt the coldness of the night dew. I can't give you the beautiful moonlight, I only hope to meet you in my dreamland. A bright moon rises on the vast sea, but you and I enjoy the moon together. Amorous people resent the long moonlit night and miss their relatives all night. I put out the candles and loved the moonlight. I lingered in my clothes and felt the cold dew at night. Can't hold the beautiful moonlight to you, just hope to meet you in a dream.

Finally, one million words, even if there are still no readers, for me, this is a step forward.

Fully support the masterpiece, let your "Sword Falls, Mountains and Rivers Shatter" become a hit all the way and a big hit!

It's early morning, brother, it's cold weather, the New Year is coming, and plum blossoms are blooming again. Ouch ~ Happy New Year!

I can't continue writing this book, and I'm preparing a new one.

Good morning, brother Shiliang. Fatty is very busy. He's going to pay his monthly visit. Don't miss me too much~

Good morning, Brother Shiliang. I invite you to enjoy this with me: "Linjiang Fairy·Rolling Waters of the Yangtze River Passing East" Ming Dynasty Yang Shen The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success or failure turn around in vain. The green hills are still there, and the sunset turns red several times. The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the Nagisa River is used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. Happy reunion over a pot of wine. Many things in ancient and modern times are all talked about with laughter. As the Yangtze River rolls eastwards, many heroes disappear like flying waves. Regardless of right and wrong, success or failure (the achievements of heroes of ancient and modern times), it is all in vain until now, and they have all disappeared with the passage of time. The green mountains (jiangshan) of those days still exist, and the sun still rises and sets. The white-haired hermit by the river has long been accustomed to the changes of time. It was a rare meeting with an old friend, and I enjoyed a glass of wine. Many things throughout the ages have been reflected in (people's) talk and laughter. The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and many heroes disappear like flying waves. Whether it is right or wrong, or success or failure (the success and success of ancient and modern heroes), up to now, it is empty and has disappeared with the passage of years. The green mountains (rivers and mountains) still exist, and the sun still rises and sets. The white haired hermits by the river have long been used to the changes of years. I seldom met my old friend and drank a glass of wine happily. How many things have been put into conversation and laughter since ancient times.

Good morning, happy Friday. I invite you to enjoy: "Congratulations to the Bridegroom·Bie Maojia's Twelfth Brother" Xin Qiji of Song Dynasty The general's reputation is ruined after a hundred battles. Thousands of miles back to the river, old friends will never be seen again. The water is flowing, the wind is cold in the west, and the people's clothes are like snow. A strong man, but his tragic song is incomplete. The singing bird still knows how to hate, but it never cries clear tears and cries blood. Whoever shares me will be drunk on the bright moon. Li Ling, a famous general in the Han Dynasty, experienced hundreds of battles, was defeated and surrendered to the Huns, and his reputation was ruined. Go to the bridge by the river to say goodbye to Su Wu, look back at the homeland thousands of miles away, and say goodbye to old friends forever. And Jing Ke braved the bleak autumn wind and sang his endless tragic songs. If the singing bird knew that there was so much sorrow and hatred in the world, it would be expected that it would no longer cry tears of sorrow, but always cry of blood. Now that Mao Jiadi is far away, who else will drink with me and enjoy the bright moon together? Li Ling, a famous general of the Han Dynasty, experienced a hundred battles and was defeated and surrendered to the Huns. See Su Wu off at the bridge by the river, look back at his hometown thousands of miles away, and say goodbye to his old friends forever. And Jing Ke braved the ble** autumn wind and sang impassioned elegy endlessly. If the bird knows that there are so many sorrows and resentments in the world, it is expected that it will no longer cry tears, but always cry blood. Now Mao Jiadi is far away. Who else can drink with me and enjoy the bright moon?