I often think about why I write and why I read.
There is no answer at first. The first reading is a break in the busy school life. The first writing is of course the boring essay in school that makes you want to throw away your pen. My initial impression was that I didn’t want to do anything. I just wanted to change my mind from a mess into a stable salted fish that no longer wanted to struggle.
But when I finally had the chance to sleep peacefully in college, I felt ashamed of this situation. Once I lay down, various plots from books I had read came to mind: the silent guillotine in "A Tale of Two Cities", Jean Valjean's inner court in "Les Misérables", Cauchy in "The Baron in the Trees" The hot air balloon that Mo finally clung to, the Buendía family’s pig tail in One Hundred Years of Solitude.
who I am? What am I doing? After I lost the sixth bo5 to advance to gold in LOL, I fell into deep thought.
At that time, I had already begun to read history, the Crusades, the rise of the Ottomans, the Thirty Years' War, and the biography of Cardinal Richelieu. I watched the rise and decline of various empires in Europe, and I was very moved. But I still can't find what is missing in the reading process, but I clearly know that it must be missing something, just like a fish can't see that it is missing its fins, but it clearly knows it in the water.
I also have this experience when reading historical novels. I used to like A Yue's "New Song", Drunkard's "Homeland", Qi Xiaoxiao's "Guo Shi Wushuang", and Zhao Ziyue's "Ant Thieves". They are very interesting. , but I always have a regret, always feeling that I have missed something, just like Huan Wen feels that he has missed Wang Meng.
I felt that I had missed it, so I started to try writing, which is the last book "Wind and Rain in the Late Han Dynasty". At that time, I just wanted to write and I wrote it. In the process of writing, I looked for the missing parts in my reading, and the result was naturally a mess. , couldn’t find the focus, so naturally I lost the urge to write as I continued, and then I prepared to rewrite, and the result was a clean and neat eunuch.
So I began to return to life, work, and continue reading.
Life was like my mother at that time. She would be nagging and tolerant of you, but she would also get a little angry with you, so I would get angry with her from time to time just like my mother, but I couldn't live without her. The thing I was looking for in the end was just hidden in the daily debris.
But my values always tell me that people should transcend life.
As the stories I read became increasingly vulgar, my dissatisfaction grew. When I was writing my first book, "Overthrowing the Han" had just been serialized. My editor told me, look at others and learn more! But I couldn't see what I wanted from "The Overthrow of the Han". Instead, it was filled with the author's random manipulation of the fate of the characters, which made me very angry. Although my writing was not good, people should pursue something like this. Plant something? Then I prepared to rewrite with extraordinary determination.
But as an author without a core, what qualifications do you have to blame others? Naturally, my rewrite got stuck.
Finally one day, I accidentally read a completely unknown novel called "The Wilderness of the Wilderness". His opening preface was this sentence: Every inch of land on both sides of the Yellow River has been soaked with the noble blood of my ancestors.
My whole soul was trembling. I read this txt in one day and found that the story was incomplete. So I went to find the original text. The original text was serialized on the Tianya Forum. It was just finished, but it was not famous, so I made a txt myself and compiled the story. All the txts of the full version of "Tian Ye Cang Mang" leaked on the Internet should be This is the version I made.
In this story, I finally found what I wanted: no matter what I wrote or the stories I read, I still failed to stand with my ancestors and experience their real suffering. It is these sufferings that have shaped the temperament and character of our nation, but in this age of forgetfulness, they have become rare and short-lived.
So I want to write this story again, repeating and emphasizing simple qualities, showing examples and examples in front of everyone, saying that a person can be destroyed but cannot be defeated.
I also want to write this story again and say some nonsense like what is right is right and what is wrong is wrong.
I believe that truth is such a thing that you will be impressed by it as soon as you see it. Just like the Decembrists went to France, they should understand that they will betray their origin and fight for the overthrow of France. and sacrificed everything for the Tsar. The reason why Bruno was so cruelly put on the stake by the Holy See was precisely because they knew that they were wrong, so they wanted to kill him at all costs.
I hope that I will write an endless struggle between light and darkness, so this must be a story of suffering. No matter whether I write well or not, I just hope that readers can stick to the light after going through vicissitudes of life. This is also what I think about myself. the words said.
I once didn't understand the poem written by the chairman, what does it mean that if the sky is sentimental, the sky will also grow old, and the right path of the world is the vicissitudes of life?
Then there was a moment when unknown emotions penetrated my world, and I understood that human life is full of frustration and sadness, failure and helplessness. Only ruthless people can avoid injury and old age, but even so, heroes He will also face difficulties with tears and affection. This is the deepest confession to the world from a person who loves all living beings.
Having said all this, I actually just want to make friends with everyone who reads my story.
I now feel that writing is a matter of making friends with readers, and reading is a matter of making friends with authors. I would like to show my sincerity to everyone, no matter it is ugly and humble or beautiful and noble, I just hope that it truly exists and can be perceived by people. I kept repeating Mr. Lu Xun’s words in the story: Infinite distances and countless people are all related to me. This is also the principle of life that I firmly believe in.
If any friends feel that the above things and words are too pretentious and don’t want to read them, you can listen to a song, which is similar to what I mean. She also sings beautifully, one of Tu Honggang's few melodious works, called "Exclusively Chic":
"May life turn into that lotus flower
Throw away all fame, fortune and wealth
Let all generations praise God’s freedom
All I have to do is monopolize the worldly elegance
Say goodbye to endless battles
Say goodbye to the endless fighting
Say goodbye to endless battles
Say goodbye to the endless fighting
Exchange blood and tears for an eternal myth
A myth through the ages. "
A special thank you to all readers.
Thank you 40-meter Machete. I never thought that readers of my crumb book would actually remember you for three years. I was very touched when you said you would wait for me for three years.
Thank you hhhrlx, domineering 1971, especially friends like xx and highee who voted a lot.
Thank you Camus from Feilengcui, who is also a good friend of mine. He was the first to tip me and encouraged me to write a book according to my own ideas.
Thank you Ge Shu. This is my old friend. He is older than me and has a nice voice.
Thank you to friends such as Waves on the Cloud and Liu Guan and Zhang Lu who often leave messages in chapters. Your messages give me the encouragement to keep writing.
Thank you to the Hohhot teenagers and Three Kingdoms fans who insist on voting for me every day.
Thank you to Deep Sea Big Fish and other good people whom Zhao Ziyue readers know.
Thank you, Zhao Ziyue. In my heart, he is my writing teacher and the best historical writer in the online literature world. Unfortunately, he is a eunuch.
There are also readers such as Milan’s Old Turtle Dove, Wind Black Bear, and 17th’s Black Cat, who are willing to say that my story is worth it.
Thousands of words, but in the end there are only two words: Thank you!
Finally, I would like to attach a fan group for this book. It has just been created. I don’t know how many people will come, but I still created one because I am very popular. The group number is 622584545.
