The wind blows the sky waves, you just need to smile and don’t worry.

This poem can best explain my current mood.

It's on the shelves.

Very suddenly.

The results of this book are like this wave that has hit me, and my eyes are full of these huge waves that have spread out.

Well, the book's grades are not ideal.

A work, likes and doesn't like it.

Those who like it think it is well written, while those who don’t like it think it is poorly written.

But it is undeniable that its current collection has made it a book with a very small audience.

It would be useless to investigate the cause.

Therefore, there is the next sentence: Just smile without worrying.

When a person reaches middle age, he is old and young, and smiles at sorrow.

Life and time are equal, and you can only face it.

Regardless of whether the book is good or bad, insist on writing it first.

Maybe, what about another village in the dark and bright light?

Please, brothers, if you like this book, give me a first order so that I can know how far this book can go.

This is like a confidence index, more like a beacon on the road.

Brothers, please subscribe first.

Brothers, please subscribe first.

Brothers, please subscribe first.

Say important things three times.

Um!
Chapter completed!