Always look in the legends and find out your own legends. So he turned into the king of music, the king of leisure, the lord of the night, and the one who forgot his love, and found that he couldn't resist your ruthless glance!

Return to nothing, return to nothing, return to nothing, return to nothing, return to nothing!

So he jumped into the sky! Jumped out of the burning fire of life! Short as a meteor flashing! Fast! Faster! Faster than a blink, he was gone

That, that, that unspeakable feeling, unspeakable regret! Unspeakable floating! Unspeakable song, song of life! Song of heaven! Song of mourning!

The posture of sitting, like white hair, is like forgetting to enter the word with one's body! Fluttering, fluttering, fluttering, fluttering, falling suddenly! falling, slipping, falling slowly, falling quickly

Unexpected song. Song of Strangulation. A song of absurdity. A paradox

"The flowers fall independently, and the light rain flies separately. The smoke is lonely and the clouds are boundless, the free flying flowers are blurry, the prosperity is like a dream, the dream is your ice heart, the original lovesickness sighs and sighs, a beautiful body like flowing water, asks, asks, red-faced, lonely, no one sees, the ups and downs are warm and cold, bitter or sweet? ”

If the frog at the bottom of the well is the frog prince, his well will be the roof of the Pantheon, and from then on there will be no princess in the castle, and my prince will not slay the dragon.

Before sunset, please rush to Hokkaido, you have not extinguished the smell, take the plane back to the airport runway, disappear your taste, about to scatter wild in the East Avenue, you tears in the love path, sigh in the kapok road. Asked what kind of text is this? After the acacia, the passer-by said that alas! Put on the armor and go to slay the dragon by yourself called [Dudao].

Flowers and Plants: You pinch a city with mud, and say that you will marry me in the future. How many times to turn around, how many times to pass through the door, and waste your youth.

As you walk through the alleys of the big city, count the richness or feeling of each journey. I kept running around day and night, just for one circle and one heart. When your warm and cold eyes are like the wheel of innocence and sophistication. I laugh proudly, mortals are like me, like angels.

You say that every day is often busy, I say that God is punishing me, and you say that God is damning me. I said that God favors you, you don't have time to talk and laugh, I don't have time to talk about love, in the countless and countless seas of people, you are as independent as a cactus, and I am as lonely as Sun Wukong, ha!

The higher a person's spiritual level. The more smiles and joy you have from the heart, the easier it is to feel the subtleties and mysterious emotions, and to discover that there are many joys and rich philosophies in life.

In other words, this person's spiritual level has reached an extremely sensitive and delicate level. The extent of the Wanderer and his shadow.

Some people discover their expertise very early and use it to achieve themselves or their careers, some people don't know what they have in their lives? Some people rely on their own strength to find their own interests or expertise, and some people find out what they are capable of while observing social trends.

I like these sentences, and share them with friends who see this: "Look at the rush of life, may we share the glory, may our dreams never fail, thank you for sharing the weal and woe with me, thank God, my heart has you understand"

Long Yinyue, who is busy with trivial work today, has had the will to fight against me since I was a child! As long as the rules in front of me can be broken without affecting others, I will follow my will to break them! This is my own definition of ease. I can listen to what others say, laugh it off or study it seriously, but the decision is up to me.

The will is the power of the will.

One of the protagonists of this book, Mad Moon: It's about me who is about seventeen years old, crazy!

One of the protagonists of this book, the music emperor: It is written about me at the age of twenty-five, proud!

One of the protagonists of this book, King Xiaoyao: It is about me who is about thirty years old, and I do whatever I want!

Wang Feng, one of the protagonists of this book: the meaning of taking the wind of the king: what is written is a comprehensive me!

Hope chapter chapter independent chapter is a diary chapter chapter is mood. Just trying to write it can also be said to be a fantasy autobiography.

Real characters are integrated into the story of the novel, the characters of the novel are transformed into real characters, the heart goes there, the reader can only choose to follow or not to follow, I walk in a hurry and do not stop for anyone, and the wind I walk is also my wind.

The duel between the two should have been laughing and laughing, just because I was in an unhappy mood, maybe the client at work affected my mood at the moment. The duel between the two is written with anger or cruelty.

At sunrise I am like a battle, under the moon I think like a night god, and at night I think like a moon god is not bad. Day after day, day after day.

I like the sun more than the moonlight, so I have the god of war of the sun and the moon in my pen. I like the starry sky, so there is a starry sky goddess. The spirit and artistic conception of people who interact with heaven and earth alone is one of my personalities.

People who are righteous and evil, demons and arrogant, passers-by and people in the world don't really care about the good and bad comments, because they know too well the essence of the world, and the time is too short, and it is too late to love you! I use all my free and easy skills to fight my only opponent in this life - heaven (time). So being happy every day is where I feel that I can win time and win the sky. I like to enjoy it for the rest of my life. Affection, it's beautiful! Don't you think? Meaning is very subjective.

A person who is running around for three meals, you tell him justice, and he will say what justice is? A person who has never understood the universe, you tell her that love is like an all-encompassing universe, she does not understand the meaning of this! How can a person who has never seen the sea understand the depth and blue of the sea?

And the meaning is very objective, but that's not what I'm trying to say right now. What I want to talk about is that if you have the "artistic conception" or "realm", you will have it! If you don't have it, you don't have it! There is a saying: if you don't learn it, you won't know the way, and if you learn it, you won't necessarily know the way. Lottery tickets are not necessarily won, the probability is very low, if you don't buy it, you must not have it, and it is difficult to have it if you buy it!

When desire turns into desire, longing turns into hope, hope turns into disappointment, disappointment turns into despair, despair turns into hopelessness, and the heart of man changes! And the only thing that does not change is the heart that understands freedom! A person who is free and easy!

Please don't write a song with my pity!A cold sympathetic look!Please see how happy I am blooming in the dark night!I never feel hard or sad!I am the brightest in the sky!Occasional shooting stars creep by!Occasional distant night sky!Only in a moment!

Time is like passing water! Read heaven and earth, read spring and autumn, read to the void! I can't read your eyes!

If you are in the mood to go out of the world, go to the outdoor balcony and look up, and find that the sky is very beautiful tonight! The dark blue sky is dotted with stars, and the silver-white clouds illuminated by the moonlight are very much like the strange world in the cartoon!

Nature is not inherently good or bad. It is the emotion or aria that people give to life! Sometimes I just look up and my neck is sore, not to see how ethereal or wonderful the sky of the universe is! Occasionally I don't have time to write words! You just make me emotional!

A taste! Realize that the past is not supervised, those who know the future can be chased, and the way is lost for a long time, and I feel that yesterday is not and now is!

Your eyes. With the charm of a butterfly, an innate spiritual charm! It is fully attracting my peerless evil heart, ready to move. Waiting for the shock of the teeth and claws!

The rippling youthful colors of you, stirring up the beauty of the flame like a tongue of fire! The beauty that retains all your beauty in the world in my eyes is the beginning and the end, in my absurd and bitter years.

With the soul of the Melancholy Emperor who has never been out of the body, I remember your stunning beauty in the sky!

Quiet and laughing, not moved. I'm not who I am. It's just a momentary existence in the universe, and since there is no other thing in the universe that I admire eternally, I can describe myself as like a magic moon. Until the lucky ones meet you!

Bringing back all my existence, I will write it to you at will in the world of your existence, in order to thank you for your tender eyes and beautiful posture.

The mantra of a teenager once was: the left hand is the music, and the right hand is the thought. My heart came alive after meeting you, and I was reborn when I met you.

It is said that he is lying naked, colorless, and colorless. As the most comfortable light that the sun can accept, you just need a cool breeze to blow into the dark and bottomless depths of emptiness.

Blowing, blowing, blowing away the rotten spring green. Then he laughs at you, unconsciously. Until your first thought comes to you that you realize that it has entered your heart firmly into your heart, and you mistake him for the god of time, but he is not.

You believe that free and corrupt human lust roam your world. The color above you is the phase. Except for hue or hue.

But since you have never believed that color is everything, there is no such thing as color or emptiness. You don't believe that you are a fireworks vixen in the universe! Love is love under you. In addition to love is still love. And thence ends with thee, which says, thou shalt not tempt the Lord thy God. But you can't help but scream!

You have forgotten God – you have forgotten God. So go to the god of the ants, there is no god and no boundary, there is just ah, he is very happy to say to you!

You suddenly realized that his surname was Song, and he sent an ode! What Song Song! When it was over, you said: Spring dreams are not dreams. He said, "You say you've been following me?"

Who are you? Are you the one who only got up in the autumn? The chatter who came from the unbounded? No! Not at all! Yes

The King of Freedom in the World - Dragon Yinyue (To be continued.) )

PS: The boy in "Poppy" listens to the rain song upstairs, and the red candle is dim. In the middle of the boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. Now listening to the rain monk's house, the temples have been stars, and the joys and sorrows are always ruthless! "Words in the World" Yesterday, the west wind withered the green trees, went up to the tall building alone, and looked at the end of the world. The belt gradually widened and did not regret it, and made people haggard for the sake of dissipation. The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man listened to the four songs in the lamplight: East China Sea Fishing Song, Night Rain Sending North (Yu Bufan), Immortal Madman (South Wind Bujing), Ye Shi Bingquan (Blind-Eyed Military Governor) After four songs, he wrote in an instant. Rebellion is my only will. Not for the sake of shaking the sky. Not for the sake of amazement. Just keep my heart from stirring because of you. Freedom is my most despicable self-esteem. Freedom is my lowest knowledge. Ha Lu Ha! is the only sorrow in my words. The red dust is all under my eyelids, I am not anyone, I am just a peerless passer-by in the world, until I see again when I find that there is no object to learn in this world, the mind is no longer there, in human language to describe the closest is called loneliness!