Ever since I was a child, I have had the will to fight against it!

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 freedom. 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!

Chapters are independent, chapters are diaries, chapters are moods. 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.

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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 think much about the good and bad comments, because they know too well the essence of the world, and the time is too short, it's too late to love you!

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. Love, it's beautiful, don't you think?

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Meaning is very subjective.

A man who is running for three meals, and you tell him justice, 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, and she doesn't understand the meaning!

How can anyone 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 the [artistic conception] or [realm], if you have it, you have it!

There is a saying: If you don't learn, you won't know the Tao, and if you learn, you won't necessarily know the Tao. 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!

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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!

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Your eyes are as charming as a butterfly, and there is an innate spiritual charm! It is fully attracting my peerless evil heart, ready to move, waiting for the shock of opening 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!

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!

Quiet and laughing, not moved. I am not anyone, just a momentary existence in the universe, since there is no other thing in the universe that I admire eternally, I can describe myself as a round of magic moon, until I am lucky to meet you!

Gather back all my existence bit by bit, and I am in the world of your existence. New-Wave-Micro-Bori. In the radio of the starting point, I will write a music love letter to you at will, 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 I met you, and I was reborn when I saw 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 your heart, and you mistakenly think that she is the god of time, but she 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, except 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 grasshopper, there is no god and no boundary, there is only ah

He said to you very happy! You said no, how can Song do it.

You suddenly realized that his surname was Song, send a song!

When it's over, you say: 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 from the unbounded? No!

It was upstairs listening to the rain song as a teenager in "Poppy Beauty", and the red candle was 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), and Ye Shibing Quan (Blind-Eyed Military Governor), and then wrote in an instant.

The King of Freedom in the World - Dragon Yinyue