Dreaming about being separated from others (or getting separated) at the intersection.

Dream about white flowers swaying in the wind.

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He said that when I was reading this chapter yesterday, I noticed something unusual.

My reply...

Some versions can see it, some versions can't.

Sometimes you can see it, sometimes you can't.

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At first I thought it was my fault, maybe I responded too quickly in a short period of time.

Clean things.

Later I discovered that it seemed that after a certain point in time, the new chapter became invisible.

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I couldn't hold myself back today and ran to a crowded place to take a look.

"I'm so confused that my .asxs. hasn't been updated. I thought it was 6 o'clock. Why hasn't it been updated yet?"

"Because.asxs.zha."

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"Novel without this chapter has no soul! When will Qi//point be fixed?"

Today 10:16

"There is no chapter to say that I feel so uncomfortable..."

Today 10:36

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There are also authors who simply "please take a leave of absence because this chapter is broken".

Well, that's probably the case.

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I don’t know if it’s a collapse or a routine ban on speaking.

Curfew also carnival..

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Well, that's all for today.

I specially post a chapter just to say that there is no need to panic because the platform is responsible.

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Ah, right.

In the afternoon, a notice to the author appeared in the assistant's room.

It's the kind that instantly ignites heat.

It seems like everyone is discussing this.

If you are interested, you can watch it yourself.

(I won’t quote it.)

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Qing Dynasty·Kong Shangren's "Order of Gui Gui·Ask Qinhuai"

Asked about the old window houses in Qinhuai, the broken paper caught the wind, the broken sills caught the tide, and the eyes were broken and the soul disappeared.

In those days, where was the shengxiao in the pink and white flowers? The lanterns and boats were stopped to make no fuss during the Dragon Boat Festival, and the wine flags were put away to repeat the nine-day celebration. It was boring.

White birds are fluttering, green water is surging, some butterflies are flying around the tender yellow flowers, and no one is looking at the new red leaves.

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Song Dynasty·Qin Guan's "Hua Tang Chun·Horizontal Pool with Luohong Paved Path"

The horizontal pond is paved with fallen red, the sky is clear and the rain is falling. The apricot orchard is haggard and the cuckoos are singing, helpless as spring returns.

I am alone in the Liuwai Painting Building, leaning on the railing and twirling flower branches with my hands, placing flowers and silently facing the slanting light. Who knows this hatred?

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Song Dynasty·Ouyang Xiu's "Spring in Jade House·Broad Smoke Waves from North to South of West Lake"

The vast smoke waves from the north to the south of the West Lake, the sound of silk in the wind, the lingering green skirt hanging from the dance, the fragrance of wine, a touch of blush.

The cup is so deep that I don’t realize that the glass is slippery. I am greedy for seeing the six-year-old flower and the eighteen-year-old flower. In the Ming Dynasty, the carriages and horses went west and east, and melancholy painted the wind and the moon on the bridge.

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"The First Spring Rain in Lin'an" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty

The taste of the world has been as thin as gauze in the past few years. Who makes people ride horses in Beijing? The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty.

Low paper is laid out diagonally, grass is being made leisurely, and tea is served with fine breasts under the clear window. Plain clothes are not agitated by the wind and dust, and it is still possible to arrive home at the Qingming Festival.

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Tang Dynasty·Li Bai's "Xie Gong Pavilion·The Travels of Xiezhen and Fan Yun"

When Xie Ting leaves, the scenery becomes sad every time. The guests disperse in the blue sky and the moon, the mountains are clear and the water flows.

The flowers in the pond reflect the sun in spring, and the bamboos in the window sing in autumn at night. The past and present are linked together, and the long song is nostalgic.

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Yuan Dynasty·Yao Sui's "Drunk and Singing·Feelings"

The song of Yan Yue in ten years, the shadow of Wu Shuang on the temples. The west wind blows the perch, already in the dusk scene of mulberry trees.

The pillows of prosperity and decay are three times, and the puppets are everywhere. Life is like a bubble. Who should reflect on themselves in times of crisis?

The smoke and willows are green on the shore, and the cold waves ripple on the river. Old songs from Yangguan are sung in a low voice, fearing that passers-by will have their hearts broken.

The ten-year-old sword has a long hair, and a pipa tune secretly promises. Farewell to Penpu on the moonlit river, I am worried about listening to the night rain on the orchid boat.

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Song Dynasty·Huang Tingjian's "Revelation of Heartfelt Love·Little Peach Blossoms and Willows"

The peaches are scorching and the willows are swaying, and the spring scenery is all over the south of the Yangtze River. The rain is clear, the wind is warm and the smoke is light, and the weather is intoxicating.

The mountains are splashing with indigo, the water is moving blue, and the emerald green is mixed with it. The singing house is full of wine, so I am recruiting people, and Quan Dian is wearing a green shirt.

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"Wangyun Tower" by Wen Tong of the Song Dynasty

East of Bashan Tower and north of Qinling Tower.

When the curtains were rolled up upstairs, the whole building was filled with clouds.

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Qing Dynasty·Nalan Xingde's "Red Dates·Wind Xixi"

The wind is blowing and the rain is thin. No wonder the sorrow of spring is gradually increasing.

If I can't remember clearly, I suspect it's a dream, and there's a curtain between the dreams.

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Tang Dynasty·Li Bai "Listening to the Flute Playing on the Yellow Crane Tower with Shi Lang Zhongqin/Inscription on the North Pavilion Stele"

One of them went to Changsha to move to Changsha, but when he looked west to Chang'an, he didn't see his home.

The jade flute is played in the Yellow Crane Tower, and the plum blossoms fall in May in Jiangcheng.

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"Whose jade flute is flying silently?"

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"One Leaf Falls" by Li Cunxu of the Tang Dynasty

One leaf has fallen, and the pearls are on the foil.

At this time, the scenery was desolate.

The moonlight in the painting building is cold, and the west wind blows the curtain.
Chapter completed!