When I finished writing this volume, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. Looking back at the writing of this volume, the thirty-three chapters and almost one hundred thousand words are all about battles. Thinking about these things has brought me to the verge of mental collapse. The biggest feeling I have here is that if I were given a chance to do it again, I would probably never write this book.
Of course this is an angry comment. In fact, this book has 800,000 words, which I am personally quite satisfied with. At this point, I have probably finished writing a third of the plot. Although there are many problems of one kind or another, it is done once it is written and there is no way to change it. A few days ago, I re-read the beginning, and I felt that a lot of things seemed immature and not friendly to readers. So I added a lot of notes to the content of the previous volumes a few days ago, hoping to lower the reading threshold. But only God knows how useful it is. Really major revisions may only be done when I finish writing the book. But for me now, having the experience of seeing my writing skills grow with my own eyes is very good, and it makes me more confident to continue writing.
What do I want to say at this time? First of all, thank you, thank you to all the book friends who can still support me here. I originally wrote this book to be worthy of my own past years and write a serious book. When I look back many years later, I can proudly say to myself that I have worked hard and even money and loneliness have not defeated me. But I also know that this kind of writing method is probably destined to be unpopular, because you are you and everyone is everyone. One person is not qualified to make decisions for another person and decide what he should like. So I am really grateful to my friends who are still reading my books. I believe that all of you book friends really enjoy reading this book and are my true friends.
But even so, some friends still said that I was cruel, saying that everyone came to see the heroic stories, not the tragic apocalypse. I accepted this humbly and refused to change despite repeated admonitions. I can tell you the truth now that the real butcher's knife has not yet begun to fall. After all, this is a story that lasts for more than forty years. The ending will be fixed at the moment when Chen Chong dies at the age of seventy. Many people will definitely die before him. In front, some people died behind him. If you think about it carefully, even the normal birth, aging, illness and death cannot be avoided by us in peaceful times, let alone in an era of confusion and hatred. So death is really a normal thing.
But there is a difference in death. What is its difference?
As the old saying goes, everyone is destined to die. It may be heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather. I have always believed in this and written in this way.
This volume ends in the third year of Chuping. For this book, it is just the moment when the older generation gradually withdraws. What comes next is what everyone is familiar with, the moment when each hero appears and shines. However, I believe that friends who have read it for so long should be familiar with my writing techniques. I like people's shortcomings more than their advantages, and I like people's shortcomings more than their advantages. Strengths, I believe there is no essential difference between Cao Liusun and us ordinary people. I also believe that every ordinary person can become a hero. From this perspective, I can only say that the following content will be somewhat controversial, so I will give you a few words first. Wake up, let’s make our own assessment.
Having said so much, I suddenly feel a lot younger. In fact, looking back now, the biggest experience of growth is that when you read poetry, your feelings are different. A few days ago, I looked back at the following poem, which everyone has read, and realized that I was already on the road:
Two roads diverged in the yellow wood,
It's a pity that I can't get involved at the same time,
I stood at that intersection for a long time,
I looked towards a road,
Until it disappeared deep into the jungle.
But I chose another path,
It is covered with lush grass and very quiet,
Look more attractive and beautiful,
Although on these two paths,
They rarely leave people’s footprints,
Although the ground was covered with fallen leaves that morning,
Both roads are unsullied by footprints.
Oh, leave a way to see you another day!
But I know the path goes on forever,
I'm afraid I won't be able to return.
Maybe somewhere many years from now,
I will look back on the past with a sigh,
Two roads diverged in a wood,
And I chose the less traveled route,
This determined the path of my life.
I feel that I have embarked on this path and no longer have any doubts about my original choice. Where is everyone? Have you ever embarked on such a path?
Finally, I would like to say to everyone that although the epidemic is serious, spring is here. If you have time, you can look for the footprints of spring. When I crossed the Yangtze River from Jiangling, I thought the rapeseed flowers on both sides were very beautiful. go to study
