●Cinderella’s pumpkin carriage was late

Failed to catch the prince’s ball

Pinocchio kept telling lies after becoming an adult

But his nose no longer grew longer

Snow White was poisoned and fell asleep year after year

The dwarfs died one after another

The prince did not arrive as expected.

If one day

your blood and sweat fail to exchange for a house and bread

There will only be ridicule and ridicule

The rich family has wine and meat, The road is freezing and the bones are cold

What will happen to you

What if one day

There is smoke everywhere

The old place

Full of death and despair

When hoarse cries merge into one

What will happen to you

What if one day

God is not by your side

The angel is not singing in your ears

The devil breaks out of the cage

The hero escapes

You, will What if one day

The fairy tale is no longer a fairy tale

The world is no longer the world

Hope does not come as expected

Frustrations come one after another

Young man, think about it

What will happen to you

●Life has been so difficult, and I have lived a very difficult life. I am tired, life has added pressure to me, and you have also added fear to me. Do you think my life is not tiring enough, and you want to kill me? What else do you want, get out...

I already knew that war was about to begin, and that my life would be filled with smoke and war.

The day when ghosts cry and wolves howl is coming soon, what else should I do?

●No one is born to be the protagonist

The fate is in the next second

Forcing me to fight with passion

No one is born Supporting role

If you and I are the same

Let’s fight through life and death together

Listen to the sound of wind and the rustle of rain

The smoke fills the battlefield

Singing in the cold night of the bloody battlefield

I am not a hero and justice is difficult

The gray faith shines in the killing

I am a bad guy with infinite arrogance

No one is born to be the protagonist

The fate is in the next second

Forcing me to fight with passion

No one is born to be a supporting role

If you and I were the same

Let’s fight through life and death together

Listen to the sound of the wind and the rustle of the rain

The smoke of gunpowder fills the battlefield

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Don’t ask to see how cruel I am to death

Don’t ask to see my smile turning all sentient beings upside down

Don’t be afraid to see me killing people all the way

Don’t stop washing away all the vicissitudes of life and block the killing——Er Gou’s "TV Series"

●No one is born to be the protagonist, but fate forces me to use my blood in the next second. No one is He is a born supporting role. If you and I are both struggling together through life and death, listen to the sound of the wind and the sound of the rain. The smoke of gunpowder fills the battlefield and floats!

●I had a gentle dream

But the dream was heavy

There is my past

And the past News

I am with you and you are with me

Our hearts are tight

Looking forward to the dawn of the future

Bit by bit Tacit understanding

I gently had a dream

The scene in the dream is unforgettable

Only adversity and passion

Smoke of gunpowder The diffuse silent war zone

We crawl forward

When I wake up from the dream

My heart is invaded by the night

There is no trace left

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I had a dream

In the dream we were holding pens

On the fiercest frontline

Asking for news about the future

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●Thousand-Zhongzui (Painting Mountains and Rivers)

One-Zhongzui, the sky is bright and glorious to the north, the pines and cypresses are green, the sun and the moon shine. How to offer sacrifices now, past lives, thousands of years of rivers and mountains painted.

I was drunk for two minutes, and I only regretted that I was tired of the past and had no choice but to face the danger of my family and my country. How can I stand still, the mountains and rivers are broken, and the rivers and mountains have been painted for thousands of years.

Drunk for three minutes, he held a gun to fight against the guards of the family, and trampled the barbarian thieves with gold and iron horses. The man is full of passion, the battlefields are everywhere, and the rivers and mountains have been painted for thousands of years.

After being drunk for four minutes, the barren slopes were stained with blood. The enemy retreated, and the smoke filled the air. A few people returned. Die without regrets, live without regrets, and be painted with rivers and mountains for thousands of years.

Drunk at six o'clock, many people shed tears at the national humiliation, and history is unforgettable. Witnessed by time, forged by life and death, painted by thousands of years of rivers and mountains.

Seven-minute drunkenness, after all the ups and downs, the mountains and rivers are awe-inspiring, and the land is boundless. Like the morning sun, blazing undefeated, painted by thousands of years of rivers and mountains.

The eight bells are drunk, the red flag is rising, the eyes are sharp, and the national anthem is loud and respectful. When the clouds are flying, the song calls for China, and the rivers and mountains are painted for thousands of years.

Nine bells are drunk, with a firm step and a graceful posture, and an iron-clad moral pursuit. Thousands of mountains and rivers, with you protecting me, the rivers and mountains will be painted for thousands of years.

　Ten minutes of drunkenness, rule the world

●I am too impetuous, just like the gorgeous fireworks in the world, singing all night long, but the fireworks will eventually disperse, and silence lies in every Rhine river Inside, the ground was filled with smoke.

●The years are unbearable. Who knows that in the end, the love will be broken, and there will be no time to think about it and sigh.

The years are unbearable, but the fierceness will eventually turn into tranquility, leaving empty boats under the bridge.

The years are unbearable, but who knows that the pure heart is gradually infected with greed, leaving the story only sad.

The years are passing by, and the past is like a cloud of smoke. It’s too late to leave old memories behind.

The years are unbearable, but who would have thought that the world is filled with gunpowder smoke, leaving no space for the person in the painting, Kou Dan.

The years have been miserable, but who would have thought that later in the bloody battle in Chang'an, a green lamp and a sandalwood stick were left empty.

●On the battlefield of women, there is no rain of bullets, but there is always smoke.

●There is a city in my heart. Outside the city is smoke and smoke, and in the city spring flowers are blooming. And when you pass by, you never notice the spring flowers blooming inside the wall just because of the smoke outside the city.

●Taking care of each other.

Four words, but all the thoughts and feelings.

I will fight with you.

Even if the smoke is filled, the fate is unpredictable. ----Pino's "Crow Blind"

●My favorite crayfish

I used to be as beautiful as a flower, I used to be at home all over the world, but I only cooked it in the pot for one thing Catching crayfish

The kitchen is filled with smoke, and the battlefield is a life-and-death battle. I try my best to fill you with water, lest you panic and jump around

It’s not for your good looks. It’s not just to make money, I’m too talkative for a while, and I’ll make you a banquet in front of the hall

The banquet in front of the hall is spread all over the countryside, the fragrance spreads thousands of miles away and makes people greedy, and the house is full of people, all for you. Saliva

One person told everyone that a table full of ten people gathered together, and they picked and poked with chopsticks. After a while, the pot was empty

Everyone talked about going down to the river to catch something, and they all I went home to get my net basket. There wasn’t much in the river, but now it’s gone.

The government departments came to criticize, and everyone frowned. The countryside has a bad reputation. Who will come to watch this beautiful scenery

I didn’t know what to do for a while, and everyone was trembling with fear. Some people proposed to improve and build a world-wide Lobster County

●For this chaotic love

Knowing that there is a beautiful woman is heartbreaking Longing

I rush to the battlefield

The sound of blood boiling is like

The sound of a tree blooming

I walk on my feet

Look out on the clouds with a burning heart

Look into the distance

Roses bloom one after another in your body

Beautiful and beautiful. Fragrance, spreading into the distance

What a hope

This rose will bloom at your feet

Even if it turns to ashes in a moment

Riding a horse through it The smoke-filled battlefield

The cry of killing is silenced

I have no intention of drinking blood, only towards the distance

My heart beats like a war drum in winter

For this chaotic love----Li Mo's "Xiao Mo's Poems"

●The mottled bamboo shadows are like a happy fairyland.

Three thousand ink hair, white silk all gathered together.

The red lips are lightly opened, and the fingers are as sharp as ice.

The swordsman is ready to attack.

The sun sets in the west and the drums and horns sound.

Gunpowder smoke filled the air, swords flashed.

Hu Qi tweeted, and the general had white hair.

The setting sun is like blood, and the cold wind is bleak.

●Don’t talk about my love, it has nothing to do with you. Some mistakes can't be turned back once you start. Our story is about loneliness in the most beautiful fireworks and despair in the best scenery. The love between enemies and friends is a battlefield filled with smoke. Seeing you turn around little by little, I feel reluctant but forced to leave you. The heart that has lost love has never reached the shore, so it has no choice but to drift with the waves in the vast mist. Whenever my left hand holds my right hand, that’s when I miss you. The wind disturbs the memory, and sadness is like rain. If we could turn back time, I really hope we could be frozen at the beginning of the story... ---- "Offshore Literature"