Dear Danny:
Long summer is coming.
The raven wrote that the weirwood had grown new leaves, the grapes of Highgarden had begun to sprout, and even the salmon of the Blackwater had returned.
The merchants of the old town began to go north to sign contracts with the farmers in the valley to buy wheat. It was heard that the wheat would grow well this summer, because many dead people were buried under the land.
Many fishermen dared to go to the waters near the Iron Islands to catch squid. These squid are fried with onions from Dorne, and it tastes great.
Danny, I miss you so much, just like this continent misses Chang Xia.
No matter how pretentious the bard's lyrics are, it can't describe this kind of miss.
No amount of wind can fill the gaps between the valleys, no amount of rivers can cross the length of time, no matter how brave a knight is, he still has a soft heart when he removes his armor.
In the city of Meereen on the other side of the strait, people believe in a god called Wangyou. As long as people want, they can forget their troubles and pains.
But my thoughts are like the eroded banks of the waves, gradually showing the traces of the years, the pain of longing like the ravines, even the gods can't erase them.
The salt paper from Essos is smooth and white, I can only write my thoughts into long poems and sing them into ballads.
But the northward monsoon can't send you my thoughts. I'm like a navigator who can never land on your inner island, lost in the long season when you turned around and left.
My dear Anilise, my body has long since been buried in the ground to be eaten by ants, nourished by vegetation, and in the time when the seven gods have forgotten me, may you be calm and graceful, and may you smile as always.
Jorah Mormont
The Chronicles of Tyrion
Tyrion, also a dwarf. He was more than four feet tall, with a deformed face and angry eyes.
The last son of the Lion clan, his mother mourned when he gave birth, and he was evil because of his ugliness.
Thirty years ago, nothing was accomplished. Yu Junlin drinks and prostitutes, unwilling to abolish the gods, to the point of playfulness, the incest of the elder brother is ignored.
The following year, the Five Kings War. In the face of danger, he planned on Heishui. Although he was not stupid, he defeated the orphans of the previous dynasty with wisdom and courage, and gained power in the crowd, but his father still despised him.
On that day, the king was wronged. Aung sentenced, with the dwarf victory over the heroes. Failing to do so, the brother rescued him, but then rammed the maid on the father's bed, and the daughter was roped, so he rushed to the top in anger, and killed his father with a bow and crossbow.
Crossing the sea to meet the mother of the dragon, with a red heart to know, minister to the dragon court, seek her position, and protect her lord.
The dragon mother bestowed the king's hand, Ang Zhao the world.
At the beginning of winter, when crossing the sea and returning to King's Landing, the three kings divided the world and gathered in the dragon cave. Then the color is unpredictable, Ang Chazhi? Confused too!
The night king is coming, and he will protect the king in the north, and his wisdom will gradually weaken. Meeting with my brother, unknown consequences.
Tyrion said: Do not forget yourself, and the world will not forget it.
He also said: In the age of the living stick, the female servant will serve him, and he will die in prostitution.
"Royal James Lannister"
The next day, winter.
Many years ago I had a nickname called "King Killer", but in fact anyone can "King Killer", as long as you have seen what "crazy" is. I don't care what people think of me, I just don't want people to be crazier than me.
My horse is a bit skinny, and it probably doesn't like the hay here either.
I once doubted the purpose of my coming here. After walking for so long, the wine produced by Gao Ting is almost finished. Will the wine expire? Toast is out of date, marinated horse meat is out of date, even Cersei's sincere look is out of date, and I'm starting to wonder if there's anything in this world that doesn't expire.
The north is cold, and the air is filled with the stench of carrion.
Compared with the beauty of Casterly Rock and the majesty of King's Landing, this place called Winterfell looks like a village, and the people in the village are all dressed in black.
I have a friend named Bronn who is happy with a new outfit. He said, I am already exciting enough to live, and it would be better to be bored when I die.
If a person has a bad memory, don't go to too many places of right and wrong, because you may forget your enemies. The child sitting in the wooden wheelchair in front of me was looking at me with eyes I couldn't see through.
silence.
We stared at each other for more than ten seconds, and for a moment I felt very old, and the old man couldn't move his footsteps from here. In fact, what I really want to ask him is why he is willing to let me see you.
I finally saw Bran, but he didn't speak to me. When I pushed him down the tower, I knew there was a pair of eyes watching me from behind, but I wasn't going to look back.
Now, many years later, I know that there is a kind of wine bought in Dorne Domain, called Drunk Life and Dream Death. After drinking, it can make you forget anything you have done before. Without the back, there is only the road ahead.
People like a city, often because they like the people in the city, and so do I.
There was a tall woman in Winterfell. When I was closest to her, the distance between us was less than 0.01 cm. That year in Hejiandi, if there was an extra ticket, I think I would be willing to go with her.
In the past, when a person had a secret in his heart, he would go to Yingying City, find a tree, dig a hole in the tree, tell the secret to the hole, and then seal it with soil, the secret will be No one ever knows.
If I can, I don't want any power, wealth, or family. I just want to go to the Free City with you and face the sea from now on.
So, Britney Spears, will you keep this a secret?
I heard the roar of the dragon in the distance, there are seasons when the flowers bloom, and no one knows when the Night King arrives.
I'm Jaime Lannister, and Lannister has a debt to pay.
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