Who has the introduction of Lu Banchi, the author of the green bag shroud?

Look at the introduction below. Do you feel that you are from Taiwan Province Province? In fact, it doesn't matter what kind of person the author is. The important thing is that I can enjoy good books. Me too, cheese! Hope to see new works as soon as possible! It is said that I accidentally dropped my book in the mountain stream while climbing the mountain in the pool a while ago. It is really not easy to borrow a book from a donkey friend to post it. I hope the ruler is safe and take care! Author: Lu Banchi Date: 2007-12-26 9: 07: 41At the invitation of Phyllostachys pubescens, I thank the cheese makers for their unremitting efforts. In 2007, on the ancient tea-horse road in the southwest, a lonely traveler, travel-stained, stared at the sky with a dark face and firm eyes ... In March, 2006, on a drizzly day, I stood silently on Tanziling in Sandouping, Yichang, overlooking the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River, and my ears echoed with Mr. Huang Wanli's tearful lament: The Three Gorges will never be built, so I decided to write a eulogy. Because of well-known reasons, we can only use nonsense to imply. Throughout today's paranormal forums, there is only the story of Lotus at the end of the world. As a result, the bug eye came out and serialized in Sri Lanka. Lotus Lake, because of its unique style and strong interaction, was mistakenly involved in it, so it lingers. So it went on to write Bird's Eye, Corpse's Eye, My Old Corpse, Old Corpse Inn, Back and Strange Smile, and even tried to write Green Capsule Corpse in July this year, which is still serialized. I traveled west along the ancient tea-horse road alone, and the desolation was comparable to the desolation in The Journey to the West, Ai Wu, and the past was unbearable. Bright moon and cool breeze, where will you wake up tonight? Looking up at the Beidou, there are few stars, chickens crow in the Maodian, and the green bag shroud walks alone. The night melts, and I can't sleep here in a foreign land. Looking down at the shadows, I feel more lonely. I dress up, I'm lonely, I'm lonely. Suddenly I heard the faint Bunun bell in front of me, and my eyes were wet.

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