It rains late at night, and it rains in winter, so if you lie on the bed and sleep with the quilt covered, it will be too comfortable, and you will quickly fall asleep and forget about the world. However, I prefer the awake night, but at the moment it is a very quiet self.

I haven't left a book review in the book for a long time.,A lot of related works have been left in the past.,I know that I don't care.,Although I've ridiculed a lot of whites.、Stupid eggs.,The brain is too rigid.,But in fact, I don't blame them for being stupid.,It's that the education doesn't teach moral character.,Since these are not taught.,Naturally, there are not serious passers-by.。 Just as it is almost difficult for Westerners to understand martial arts, Taoism, Xuan, etc., since they don't understand, it's not good to really say stupid, so it's just a matter of talking about stupidity. Of course, I'm actually stupid, but it's different in the stupid place, I'm stupid in the right with the system, stupid in knowing that I can't do it, so I haven't rewarded the book since then, shame!

Little Pig Sister Book Review: The Wild Dragon Sings the Moon.

How big is the heart, how big is the thought, how big is the life!

His writing, like the title of his book, is bold and eclectic, as imaginative as his steps.

His words involve so many layers, literature, history, society, and emotions that come to his mind, and his words go with them.

He is pursuing, thinking, exploring, in the boundless text, he transforms into any image, he is the roaring moon, the king of freedom across time and space, the ethereal and ethereal music emperor, the terrifying demon head, and the dragon moon that has entered the world

His words seem random, but they are very attentive, he is writing about the past of his life, writing about his stories, perhaps, in every sleepless night, he will remember these fragments, or linger, or sigh

And the most touching thing is the several love letters he wrote to the heroine. He is free, arrogant, uninhibited, but also delicate, reading his love letters, as if he was in a gentle country, so that you can't help but walk into it, and be a witness to his love.

Who doesn't have some unforgettable things, who can predict the consequences, who doesn't have some old hatred and demons, a little bit of unintentional mistakes.

Who doesn't have some dreams that can't be obtained, who bears you a lot of me, who is willing to explain for what, a smile has passed.

Live happily, don't hold grudges, laugh and sing for today, absorb new happiness with your mind, and uncover his heart in the evening breeze His book is love, no matter what he writes, just because there is an incomparably hot-blooded, bold, full of life, and a sincere heart that does not accept the world.

He was sometimes unscrupulous, sometimes humble, sometimes uninhibited, sometimes deep and thoughtful.

Looking at Pegasus, what I read is not a novel, but the author's life, Uncle Long said: This book is me, I am this book. His whimsical tetralogy is not for fame or profit, but for the sake of writing what he wants to write. He didn't give me a clear answer, but I thought yes, maybe, as long as his life is, as long as his Pegasus is, because this is not a book, this is his life!

Like a beautiful flower, like a flowing year, at ease, traveling in the world, perhaps, this is his life (to be continued......