Joy of Life is an overhead historical novel with a sharp author. By describing the growth process of young Fan Xian, the novel shows the magnificent life picture of Qing Guo for decades. There are two clues. Fan Xian's growth and his mother Ye's life run through the whole novel, one bright and one dark, absorbing decades of National Day. The novel was once listed in the IP Value List of Hurun's original literature in 20 17, and the film and television drama of the same name starred Ruoyun Zhang and Qin Li.1started broadcasting on Tencent Video and iQiyi 20 1 16 on October 26th.
An initial heart, walking in the silence and massiness of fireworks, picks up the initial clarity, and the feelings that greet each other can always flow deeply. That first love, never tired, does not need gorgeous surprises, quietly looking for it in stability and dullness. It's been a long time until the west window is full of words. Years have scabbed, and what comes from stepping on the moon is still a drop of transparent purity. At first glance, each other's smiles are more like wings and branches, bypassing a long life. The window lattice is still warm sunshine. In the lines of time, some people sing softly, while others sing softly. Read my heart with the voice of autumn water. In an instant, everything has surpassed everything. As long as you choose my lines, there will be warm sunshine and a gentle smile at me every day!
The agreement that time is like water is an unavoidable feeling in time. How many infinite imaginations bloom in a smile, and the tea fragrance overflows in the Millennium watch! The throb and panic in those fleeting years are hidden in the density of tiny time, which is the past that was accidentally lost. Open a window, let the breeze blow your heart, be a warm self, and don't let small emotions grow. Then, although the country is small, you can still hold up a sunny heart, and the world will be transparent and bright with the sunshine in your heart. The seeds of those flowers, butterfly wings with tears, and the thoughts behind the moon are still flying in the wind, but the traces of love in my heart are just passing by and have not been forgotten.