It's finally time to put it on the shelves. As I write this, I finally feel relieved. After all, I had been hesitating at first, fearing that my body would not be able to support myself enough to open my eyes, so I put the new book on the shelves.
It’s an important moment to put it on the shelves, so let’s write something.
As we all know, the pace of this book is very slow. Halfway through, I agreed that it lost readability. I sped up the pace a little and restored readability, but it still couldn't speed up. I couldn't reach the United States in 100 chapters, and let it go in 200 chapters. Miss Qiu's fission light bloomed, and the three hundred chapters had to end.
I tried to change, but finally I sighed and couldn't.
1937 was an extremely dark year. If I ignored the objective reality, I would feel uncomfortable because this is not what I want to write about.
It's like developing black technology at the beginning, making bullets, developing new rifles, developing cannons, developing rocket launchers, developing new aircraft, flying at a fast pace, and being so compact that it's suffocating. I originally thought about it, but gave up in the end. One is that it is unrealistic, and the other is...not what I want.
The story in my heart is not about upgrading and fighting monsters like this, or developing this weapon and then developing another weapon like this. The story in my heart comes from those scientific pioneers, from those unknown people who laid the foundation for China's scientific road one after another.
The glory of the unknown pioneers has always been there, but they have been ignored. The time-travelers that were most needed during the Republic of China were not snipers who were kings of soldiers, or those who went to the battlefield to fight the Japanese. What was needed most during this period was knowledge, and what was needed most— —A time traveler who can guide the way to the future and contains future knowledge.
This person can be a college student who graduated from modern Tsinghua University, an expert professor, anyone in the scientific field, or even a high school student who has just graduated.
There is no retarded system, there are no gods and Buddhas in the sky, only the trust from 30 million compatriots. The story I want to write is such a story about the road to science.
A story about slowly reaching the pinnacle of science one step at a time.
This story originated from half a year ago. I saw the light of fission on station B. I was moved and cried silently. For those pioneers who silently explore the scientific road of flower growers, the journey forward is too difficult, war, discrimination, Blockade, suppression, from high-spiritedness in youth, to taciturnity in middle age, to tears when that light blooms.
I can't change history, and I can't change history. I just want to write a story in my heart with my hands.
Some people say that this book is a daily pretentious essay by a high school student in the Republic of China. Some people say that the author is not a real academic master and cannot write about what it feels like to be a real academic master. Some people say that this book is as boring as a history book. Some people say that this book is as boring as a history book. This book is too relaxing, without the hardships that existed during the Republic of China, and my response was, smile.
Thousands of people have different tastes. I’m sorry that Zhongyuan couldn’t write the story in your heart.
It doesn’t matter if you say it is the daily pretense of high school students in the Republic of China, or if you say I am not a real academic master, it is boring because I don’t have enough writing skills, and the plot is too light because I feel there is too much suffering. Sometimes, I should relax a little.
Thank you to my editor Tian Qi and my editor-in-chief Shui Mo. It is her and his support that allowed me to write such a special story and write the first post-republican scientific research article on the entire website. I was very moved.
I want to ask, does this constitute the creation of a new genre?
There are so many things I want to say in my heart. After thinking about it, it is best to write it to you in the form of an article. It will be published at twelve o'clock today. Let me go and take a nap before getting up to type.
Of course, the first subscription data and monthly passes are related to the future of the entire book. Please also hope for more, the more the merrier, and never dislike it.
The principle of adding more updates, I feel numb just mentioning this, so let’s add more updates as usual, 5 chapters for the leader, 4 chapters for the leader, 3 chapters for the hall leader, and 1 chapter for the helmsman. The author is in average health, so I will write as much as I can every day.
Finally, end with a paragraph.
There are great brave men in the world who are unfathomable in wisdom and unstoppable in strength. They are not surprised when they are suddenly faced with them. They are not angry even if I do not attack them. This is because their ambitions are far-reaching and their intentions are great.
What are you carrying? Those who are hungry in the world are like one's own hunger; those who are drowning in the world are like one's drowning ears. When the nation is in crisis, don't abandon relatives and friends to the fire and water, and seek common ground when facing enemies. The wind is blowing and the water is cold, the frost is shining on the blood, whether it is success or failure, whether it is imprisoned or dead, people do not know it, and even their death is unknown.
The inscription says: Woohoo! The sound is loud, but the elephant is invisible. Come and find your soul, and let your heroic spirit rest. The long river is the throat, and the green mountains are the witness; how can it be said to be silent? The rivers and mountains are named!
People forget and history is forgotten. Unification can be expected, and the nation will thrive. Su Zhijia Shi, wash your hands and make inscriptions. Alas, my descendants will be honored from generation to generation.
Yours sincerely, Zhongyuan.
