2022-12-21A silent language

I believe that everyone has a world of their own in their hearts, and so do I. Sometimes people like to hide it in their hearts, and some people explore it alone in the middle of the night. This is a dream, and a dream is what the sun thinks about, and what the heart thinks about. Like my friends who like words, I like to write and share this world.

I remember that when I was young, I always dreamed of one day being truly unrestrained, extremely free and unrestrained, not bound by spirit or material things, and dreamed of one day being able to travel through all the worlds I wanted to go to, but when When I grew up, I found that this dream was not only ridiculous, but also pitiful and even sad. I had no time to dream, and no passion for dreaming.

One day, at an unknown and long-forgotten time, I accidentally came into contact with novels, the kind of wanton words, the fantasy carnival of dreams, and the dream that had long been blurred gradually came to mind.

I was typing on the keyboard desperately, typing immature words, but inexplicably I felt a burst of silent joy.

In the past ten years, this book has been like a child, a never-ending RPG. I have revised and revised it, revised and revised it, but I have never let go of my concern for it.

Perhaps to others, two, three, or even ten books have been completed in the past ten years, but I have been persistently revising the same book.

Without him, the dream will never be extinguished.