Long review of the song

Thank you for your strong support!!

You are worried.

The Book of Songs says, "Qing Zijin, leisurely my heart... Qingqing Zipei, leisurely I think..."

Han You, good name.

Some people say, "Because people are good, so the name is good."

"Han Palace" is not suitable for reading in one breath. It has a chewing head and needs to be chewed slowly.

"Han Palace" is not suitable to see the end immediately. It is like coffee and needs to be baked carefully.

It is a comfortable thing to have a good book, especially in the rainy winter.

Looking at the Han Palace is not every day, but every three or five days, look through one or two chapters, waiting for the author's update, and grow up with the story virtually, which is part of life.

Han You once carved his name on a tree.

Some people say that if you engrave a word on the tree, the tree will have one more eye to see the world. We once deeply stung the tree and carved our name, that is, the big tree recalled the growth process with hidden pain for us.

Han You has a secret in his heart, the power struggle? Love entanglement? When the secret is unlocked, it is time for Han You's life to show a ferocious face. Each of us has secrets in our hearts, more or less, big or small. Our youth is waiting for us to randomly create secrets and decrypt them, but after opening the magic box, there are flowers and nightmares.

Han You is beautiful and beautiful like a New Year painting.

Han You is naughty, and the cold fruit is delicious and not sour.

Han You was pitiful and was lifted by his father's neck.

Han You is precocious and buried his heart in the bottom of his heart early in the morning.

Han You is lucky and can always make others look envious.

Han You is unfortunate, and the enviable things will leave with the gradual disputes.

Han You was finally lucky. While losing time on the back of his hand, the palm of his hand was caught like water.

Han You, who is leisurely at this time, needs us to grow up quietly with her.

Reading "Han Palace" is reading novels, not just novels.

The philosophy of life of gain and loss, true and false, right and wrong is inexhaustible, just like the wordless Buddhist scriptures, all and nothing.

Maybe the golden cicada is right: I want this day, I can't cover my eyes; I want this land, I can't bury my heart anymore; I want all sentient beings to understand my intentions; I want all the Buddhas to disappear!

I hope that the "Han Palace" I came into contact with in late autumn in 2009 can see the end before May 1, 2010, and we can also begin to smell the fragrance of summer flowers after turning off the computer.