I had a long dream. I think I should wake up. It's a good thing to wake up. The essence can be seen through the phenomenon.
Start to stick to one thing for a long time.
Inspiration comes from life. But higher than life. It is a way of expressing life.
Little a, little b, little c the names of countless people will flash in my mind. Messy and irregular.
The vast space between heaven and earth. Sporadic population. The years passed. Love and hate parting. I can't write endlessly about the curling emerald smoke in time.
The beauty of the night is breathtaking.
I am asleep, or I am awake. Stay and run. The direction without end is filled with the fragrance of unknown flowers and plants.
Tempted me to go forward.
So, I raised my head, gritted my teeth and strode forward vigorously. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com