Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading

Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in oicq.net -> Fantasy -> The Four Steps of the Unbridled Sky

Volume 3: With a blow of destiny, the king appears. Ambition turns into smoke and clouds, turning into bones and loess.

Previous page        Return to Catalog        Next page

    She said that whether a work is great or not, it depends on whether it can reconcile fiction and reality, whether it can be close to flesh and blood while taking into account the space for ideological maneuvering and the distance of beauty. Zhang Ailing is like this, Dream of Red Mansions is like this, Dostoyevsky is better than Tolstoy  So is greatness.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

    If it¡¯s because I stole a kiss from you and made you turn your head away.

    I don¡¯t hate why I kissed you secretly, I only hate why I kissed you more.

    If only one kiss is enough to last a lifetime, now you have to decide whether the second kiss is sweet, the fifth kiss is sweet, and the seventh kiss is spicy!

    If it's because my kiss was so hot that you turned your head away, please understand that I let you keep the fire that you will never forget. If it's because I secretly hugged you and made you turn around and leave, I just regret why I let you stay back when I hugged you.  There are clothes to wear!

    You are not just an old man, you are also a sad old man, haha!  Otherwise, how could you transform the vicissitudes of life through your childlike photos?

    You, you are hateful, you are going through many vicissitudes of life, you are simply unwilling to do so.

    Oh, what are you unwilling to do?

    You are not willing to end up like all the ancients and turn into bones and loess!

    "So you have been fighting against time for your life. The poor old guy knows that he will lose, but he still looks down at the sky and laughs to death. Alas, I don't hate it. I am just angry that the universe is too big.

    You are lazy and just use old pop songs to top up your numbers. Haha, if you can do it without using your brain, wouldn't it be better if it is easy and easy.

    ¡°Then you are really careless, yes, I have told you before that you can¡¯t be careful, otherwise it will frighten you and me.

    Oh, it¡¯s so strange.  It's not strange. Firstly, my heart is old, as can be proved by the old songs. Secondly, as long as I put my mind to it, I will continue to lose weight and lose my human form. I will fall into a trance or be possessed by a demon.

    You also hope that I am a normal person, right? Oh, have you proven it? Heaven and earth are proof.

    "Innocence does not buy or sell, romance does not give up the price, longing does not transfer, imagination does not sign a contract, love does not hand over the house.

    "Words are only meaningful in the flash of lightning. This place is like a painting exhibition."  There is no fragrance of birds singing and flowers.  There are only serious viewers, and an unruly wild eagle is watching.

    The uniqueness of the eagle is like the breath of an alternative diary that can be easily freed. However, a whistle is like a natural alien, swaying and crumbling, a smile and a wild and unrestrained attitude, and a romantic heart like the wind.

    Is it true that you can¡¯t have your cake and eat it too? When philosophy and music develop to the extreme, they will show the split after the absolute battle between reason and sensibility.

    ¡°I have no choice but to continue to love my job, and write and compose music just to fool myself into being so simple. Being anonymous, profitless, and living in the world is an absolute dream.

    My words are meaningless and only I am You. My pen name is Zhan Fengyue. I have been living almost day and night recently and am aging rapidly.

    Time is never merciful, I show mercy to the years to show that human love is as high as the sky.

    Eyes blurred.  She was reading a book slightly drunk, and the charm spread on her lips.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? ??

    The so-called deep and quiet beauty of the so-called study mood is still awakened by the style of music that is too beautiful to extinguish hope.

    Wake up the dreams, fingertips through your brows, your tenderness, the world in your eyes is eternal, Zhan Chunzhong's drunkenness is not drunk, like the white mist that is obsessed in the morning only waiting for the sunlight.

    Magritte flower is named after the Danish princess.  She likes this flower. The magret flower is also a wild chrysanthemum. Wild chrysanthemums bloom on the hillside.

    There is a cute little girl on the hillside.

    The silent boy was waiting patiently for her glance back at him.

    Wild chrysanthemum is also called the flower of love divination or the flower of girls.  Have you never heard this story? He loved me when he picked off the first petal, but he didn¡¯t love me when he picked off the second petal In the end, the girl showed a sweet smile, yes, he still loves me.

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? We absorb hundreds of thinkers, and he is idle, and he deserves his youth, and looking into the heaven is in vain, after all, he is a human being.

    A kind of howling loneliness. Being a human being, one must die.  To know too much is to be ignorant. Before the Buddha¡¯s light has attained enlightenment, thousands of Buddhas have already paid homage to the sect.

    The paradise that no one has ever seen meets the little beauty Xiao Cao Chuan and laughs out loud!

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

    Looking at the moon is far away, it is lonely at midnight, and it is boring without a cup. It is boring tonight, coffee is flowing, and smoking is boring.

    Seeing beautiful women, rumors under the sycamore trees, the news is èÃ, the world is murder, the red dust is Xiao, the wind and rain are Xiao, not today.

    ?? Shen Yu Luo Yan is your name, fantasy is my enlightenment, solemnity and elegance are you, indomitable is me. Born to be graceful and graceful, you reverse the sun and the moon. Thinking of you is as blessed as heaven, loving you is my eternal life.Crime, I hope you can be free and happy together under the Milky Way night sky and starry sky network!

    A long time ago, the wind stopped and the trees were silent and the birds were flying.

    The wind no longer ripples through the trees, and the birds no longer cling to the trees.

    Without support, how can we love? Without love, how can we be excited?

    I will give you the words I want to say most.

    Bury the true love you least need under the tree.

    I banish my heart to the sky.

    I tied this letter to the bird.

    Many years later, the love fruit bloomed under the tree, countless lonely stars began to appear in the sky, and a bird called homing pigeon began to fly around in the sky!

    God beats the taiko drum, and the mortal world is blurred. To the east of Zijing, you dance like wind, flowers, snow and moon.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????:

    Maybe you can't have anything, but you are willing to chase your phantom. You chase it even though you know it is a phantom. It is really a fool's dream. Hahaha, then you know that people will die. What are you doing alive? Oh, you are here again. I'm so glad you are back.  , how can you come back when you have never left?

    Work sometimes makes me feel like a robot, and the longer I work, the more I feel like a robot. Humans are products of nature. They yearn for the natural scenery between mountains and rivers. When facing a stream, their mood will naturally surge up.  A sense of returning comfort.

    If I stop being fascinated by the mountains and rivers in the future, I really can't imagine what kind of world it will be, but it will never happen in this era. I haven't been in contact with nature for a long time, but I really don't want to enjoy the scenery alone like her.  .

    The back view is bright, the half door and window cannot hide the prominence of the protagonist, and the traceless hurry. Don¡¯t say too much, there is nothing to say.

    Some things are hard to say, especially day and night are two different moods. Yesterday and today, the past and the future, you have won the great god of dancing.

    The defeated person can only pretend to touch his nose, smile, turn around and leave sadly. The quiet pace is dark and low-key, which is completely different from the protagonist. There is only one happy song in the end, and the tragic song remains.

    Joys and sorrows, darkness falling into corners, hundreds of miles of mortal world, looking at emotions is an idiot, heavenly world, pure and pure, Alexander, Caesar, Napoleon, Sun Bin, Sun Yat-sen, Chairman Mao, Venus, Cleopatra, Josephine, Xi Shi, Soong Ching Ling  , Jiang Zhiqing, love has nothing to do with it, a dream with the word dust, traveling up the road, ambitions have turned into smoke, sitting under the window, thinking endlessly, Mr. Dongliju, Liu Qingxin, walking on the road of mortals, ordinary people dreaming of passers-by, the dark sky and earth, the glory of dawn  , easy to sink, the best is like water, there is no way.

    I have a dream hidden deep in my heart. I think one day I will realize it. When spring comes, my friends will go to the mountains to enjoy the flowers. It¡¯s so happy. When summer comes, will we go to the beach to play in the water and enjoy the water together?  Playing with ice and sand, let's go, let's go together, my friend, today is a time to have fun, today is also a time to be happy, say goodbye to depression, say goodbye to troubles, say goodbye to sorrow, and say long live to friendship.  Long live long live.

    The sad pen is about to appear, oh!  Moon style brushwork? No, then why is it called sad? Aren't you invincible? Being invincible is invincible, and being sad is sad. They are two different things.  Oh, you have the final say on your territory, haha, you can still laugh? Isn¡¯t it a sad pen?

    "I'm sad because I used your photo but couldn't see your face clearly. I can't remember it, so I'm sad. What's so sad about this? It's so hard to see through the vast crowds of people!  I haven¡¯t seen you clearly yet, so why are you looking at me!  Please, what do you think?

    Being able to surf the Internet freely is a blessing.

    It is happiness to have the leisure to miss someone.

    It is even more blessed to be able to miss people who are far away.

    Depend on!  moon!  Are you crazy?

    Wow, there is a generation gap between me and you. According to your thinking, aren¡¯t you the happiest person in the world?

    hehe!  What is happiness!  It's just a matter of whether or not.  Like your photo.

    You can go forward or backward.

    ? Then can you not use my photo?

    This, that, happiness.

    It's better not to explain, tomorrow is unknown, it's better not to follow me, that independent back is the style of summer, it's better not to be full of imagination, it's not real enough, chase the wind, chase the beauty, chase every dream, it's better to remember  The graceful figure that keeps swaying is not for anyone but for myself. No one asked you to come and see me. My world is not for you to guess. Please don¡¯t look at me from a distance, otherwise you will be the one who is sad, unless you can  Conquer my heart, the smiling heart that is incompetent with the world.

    With the two lazy cats and her budding figure, her long and delicate hair under the hat, the picture is like green and leisurely jasmine tea, conveying the warmth.

    If she didn¡¯t answer what you said, please continue to act stupid.

    It¡¯s cool to let nature take its course. She is my only concern here.

    She is not happy because the weather is too hot!

    There is nothing in the screen??There are no flowers, are there no flowers?

    Did you hear the song is woo la woo la woo woo la!

    ¡°Gaga, she is a beautiful flower!  (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations and monthly votes.
Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report