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Music Love Letter - Luo Xiaoyun's Fantastical Tetralogy: Author: The King of Freedom, the Night God, the Emperor of Music, the Demon Head, and the Lingdu.

Ling Du, it's me, it's me who doesn't exist, it's the virtual me, it's the pseudonym of me, it's the past of Lingdu, it's the future me of Lingdu, it's me and it's not me, it's true and it's false, it's fake and it's true, this is one of the benefits of writing a musical love letter to the whimsical tetralogy, I can write how I want, as long as I don't hurt others, just take me as the day, and be happy every day!

The big group goes forward, the idea of more excellence, the small group goes back, the rebellious thought I stop here and lie down, it is a woman in Asia or called the Oriental woman, on a planet that can't actually be called beautiful, they say this is the earth, I laughed with God, in the interstellar world, God called me the demon brother, I fell in love with the interstellar travel, drifting, until I met this woman, I let go of my own demonic nature, and from then on God was dominant.

It's a Chongqing girl, it's a Chinese girl, it's a girl on the earth, I landed on an island, they said it's called Taiwan, suspicious! I landed in the wrong place, I took advantage of the situation, and when I was putting away the wings on my back, God suddenly struck me down violently, fuck! What a cheap god, the power is already dominant, and he is bullying the devil! Oh! I forgot that now that I am an adult, it is a person who has to accept the limitations of life, leaving a pair of eyes that want to pierce the loneliness, and cross the sea to the earth

No shadows. Some words are repeated all the time, just like the days are repeated, are you different every day? If so, then you win, and you can live a different life! The writers at the starting point can all be eliminated! No writer can live a different life every day. In fact, everyone is almost eliminated! One, after 150 years, they will all be eliminated. Two, the days are always easy to be the same.

I still want to continue to challenge cynicism? It's no longer up to me to decide whether or not to continue the Dance of the Wind and Moon. Don't you know that this society is dominant? You haven't thought about my situation, like the wind and snow, the moon and the moon all dance with her ruthlessness, and your coldness at the same time strangling a beautiful new world. I'm not with the Eliminators, this merciless time, when you still love - to meet the disillusionment.

The Great Heavenly Demon gave up the appearance of an angel, took off his false beautiful coat, and blurted out that he was tired of being an angel! After finishing speaking, he fell into the abyss, and only in the dark can he be innocent and free. I glanced at it, shook my head, and floated up, this pleasure life is really not something that gods and demons can mix, only suitable for people, after speaking, I transformed into a human, stared at you and nodded, your eyes have a beautiful world, your heart is a standard human nature and not an ordinary majority, you look at me and shake your head and say don't disassemble your heart.

At the beginning of the lantern, there is the loneliness of the Northern Wilderness, don't crack my life code if you don't have anything to do, what should be transparent is your beautiful smile, fall in love with the moon, see the moon from now on, look at the crescent moon bay on the three words, Luo Xiaoyun, full of pictures of Qi Xiang, Di Daqu, poignant call to the sea of the moon, the monologue of the silent will eventually forget the punishment in the red dust, and walk leisurely for a lifetime.

I thought about a question, maybe ten days, maybe a year, maybe a day, maybe twenty years, the problem does not exist at all, this is not a problem, the blind spot in the mind comes from the fact that there is no so-called thought at all, there is no problem with the cognition of the universe at all, just like putting aside the title of man, close to the existence of no one, the universe is still its universe, this jumps out of the human standard, the thought loses its meaning, the universe has no people, the universe is not the universe, and there is no problem at all whether you love you or not.

I found that my favorite thing is to see a book that attracts me enough and then plunge into it and ignore the world, I have a tendency to avoid the world, even if you are my lover, you have to retreat, proving that I am too lazy to cater to the world, of course, I am just talking, after all, I don't really care about anyone's opinion, I know the Tao, the Tao is like water, the rhyme!

When pop songs become oldies, the countryside becomes the city, unstoppable, all this, she said she loves me, I laughed, I love you, she hates me, how can I be indifferent to the beautiful and beautiful her, hate me for falling in love with the illusory you, I don't know the way, love is love, no love is no love, when I walked out of the love world, I found that I was free, unstoppable, all this, so I didn't take the world very seriously, I just browsed and toured every place or every passing by at will.

Listen to the familiar voice, the sound of the waves, the sound of dreaming back to the East Coast, not the sound, it's the blue, I love the blue heart, the blue voice, and you are colorful and lazy, young heart, young girl, free heart, with a spiritual stubborn mood, I look left and right, look up and down in addition to the heart is not compatible, you and I are so similar, like the chaser in life, one intentionally and one unintentionally, intentionally or unintentionally, pinching flowers and grass, naturally smiling, that far away Taoist heart.

Look at the wind and snow, look at the firmament, look at the frost at the peak, look at the battle between gentleness and cruelty, see the collision of ignorance and wisdom, look at the aftermath of a hundred twists and turns, look at the ordinary beings, look at the endless spring, see the heart into water, water into your eyes, see the invisible truth, look at love and love, look at the transcendence of life and death, look at the gorgeous moment, see how the sky is speechless, see how much I don't love you, see how selfish, look at the ironic residual poems.

Obviously, Qu Mei tends to be sad, and sadness is due to pity and empathy. All the notes in my mind that are scurrying in the wind and clouds in the air, the rhyme condensed together, this strong spiritual power, precious and noble, I look at the goddess of music in the distance, she failed, and because she lost so she became the real god of music, I felt the pain of the emperor of music, this pain is not my pain, but mastering all the rhyme is the realm of failure.

The battle across the world does not fight for the day and the night, the great world of the love world, the music of the love letter, the music of the fan, the shadow of the sail, the dragon rhyme, the rain of the catkins, quickly run to the fifth part of the century, across the century of love, the main writer Lingdu, the pinnacle of self-consciousness, return to the origin, all kinds of nothingness, no tricks, no style, no lawlessness, no sky, no boundary, only one you, the most ugly story is the music love letter is equal to you, you are a beautiful love letter.

Turning his head, looking back for a hundred years, I have this feeling, this infatuation is in the human world, without losing the demeanor of the king, what is the king? The king of loneliness, the king of love, Luo Xiaoyun, the king of happiness, laugh twice. There is nothing to drink tea, coffee, and a cigar, which is leisurely and elegant, light as the wind.

Luo Xiaoyun: Seeing a good book, discovering a good place, meeting a good friend, and drinking a good bottle of wine are like opening a window to the new world.

Do you want to see the birth of the Lingdu? As you wish, Ha Lu Ha, dancing flowers and flying love, flowers dancing and dancing, the last moment, just when I was about to disappear, I saw a person flying in the clouds, it was her, I saw her face, she smiled, as if the world had just opened for people to wander leisurely, how free and easy! Dance, dance, dance! Fly to your heart's content! Slightly, closing my eyes, she smiled - very beautiful - rhyme.

The icy chest, with a faint black thorn on her skin, is flawless, a face that is out of the world. She got up, but as if she thought of something, she lay down again, and looked at the clouds in the sky, one after another, and the clouds slowly changed slightly. The blue sky, the white clouds, as if something was missing, everything was so beautiful, a ray of sunlight shone into her eyes, and she got up again

Quiet, I am the only one in the vast world, I see that every grass, flower and tree have a natural number of lives, above the earth, I am above the body of the orchid, breaking through the boundary. The battle of self, the demon leader Wang Feng who came out of me, is slowly walking towards me and stopping. We met again across the centuries, the circumstances were different, and now with the same breeze blowing, I felt a kind of stream of consciousness sign, and there was only one survivor after the last one, and it was not me