[[[cp|w:210|h:140|a:c|u:/chapters/20156/7/35057686356929979936]]]] The preface to "Saibei Jiangnan" has finally been written.

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The completion of a book is the completion of a work of art for the author, and it must be the crystallization of his painstaking efforts.

It is like a painter painting on white paper, which has undergone a transformation from nothing to something and from existence to beauty; it is like a sculptor carving a sculpture through a pair of skillful hands; it is like a singer singing a song and conveying his heart with the help of words.

Because it is hard, it is precious.

Books are worth more than a city or 10,000 taels of gold.

A writer can be immortalized with one of his masterpieces, such as "Dream of Red Mansions" for Cao Xueqin and "Gone with the Wind" for Margaret Mitchell.

I started to conceive and create "Saibei Jiangnan" last summer, and it has been more than a year now.

In the past year, I tried not to be disturbed by mundane things, and devoted myself to writing "Saibei Jiangnan".

When I wrote this book, I felt like I was acting, and it was hard work because I had to play every character in the book.

In order to play the characters well, I put myself in their shoes to imagine their appearances and demeanors, figure out their thoughts, dress up for them, and speak for them.

Although "Saibei Jiangnan" is the first book I have ever written, it is not the first book I want to write.

The first book I was going to write was my autobiography.

I had this intention when I was in junior high school, and it has been my wish for more than 10 years.

I want to use my autobiography to let countless people in the world know about a boy from a remote mountainous area and his story.

I also started writing my autobiography in the summer of '09, and I continued to write it even after I went to university.

I would have liked to finish my autobiography while in college or shortly after graduation.

However, it backfired.

When several of my college classmates learned that I was working tirelessly to write my autobiography, they all advised me to stop because they felt that the autobiography of a little-known person like me was not worth watching.

After much deliberation, I felt that what they were saying was really good.

So, I wrote "Saibei Jiangnan".

"Saibei Jiangnan" is also a book about love.

Love is an eternal topic.

From ancient times to the present, works on the theme of love are popular with people.

Nowadays, there are endless novels about love.

However, most of them focus on "love triangles"

, it seems that there is no "love triangle"

, you can't call it a romance novel.

When I wrote "Saibei Jiangnan", I completely abandoned the "love triangle"

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I want to create a new model of love: men and women are no longer "love triangles"

The hardships are burdened, but they are heart-to-heart with each other, sharing joys and sorrows.

It's a simple, unpretentious love.

This kind of love may not be true, but it is the most good, the most beautiful, and it is also worth pursuing.

Although "Saibei Jiangnan" was written for nine years, the whole book is only about 200,000 words.

Those who have read the whole book may sigh at its shortness, so use your own associations and imagination to fill in the gap.

I wrote this book with the determination to do more than not have enough.

After I finished writing, I just tried to improve the words and sentences, and did not add branches and leaves.

After writing "Saibei Jiangnan", I should have relaxed myself.

But I can't.

I have long devoted my life to the most magnificent literary cause in the world.

I want to race against time and persevere, to climb the peak of literature.

Therefore, the completion of "Saibei Jiangnan" is just a beginning for me.

Next, I will work hard to complete my unfinished business.

If I want to go further on the road of literature, I must have unswerving perseverance and perseverance.

In addition to this, I must be worthy of the readers, worthy of the people.

Before embarking on a long journey, I wrote a poem for myself, self-discipline.

Be loyal to the liver and courage to the common people, not for the prostitute or for the beyond.

Never regret your hard work, just for the highest peak of the literary world.

On September 20, 14, the first chapter of Qingcheng's love, a longing train, was winding on the plateau of Inner Mongolia.

Its speed once amazed the pampered Empress Dowager Cixi.

It travels hundreds of kilometers per hour.

Still, many travelers find it slow.

As soon as a train slows down, people look out the window and see that they are not at their destination, then they put their heads on the back of the seat and squint.

Sleepiness was written all over their faces.

The train runs over the vast wilderness.

It is flanked either by high mountains or by large fields of corn.

Such a sight will somewhat disappoint those who come to Inner Mongolia to see the grassland.

Before they come to Inner Mongolia, they may feel that except for a few cities, the rest of Inner Mongolia is a vast grassland.

At this time, just after the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is time to harvest corn.

In the middle of each corn was a thick, long corn cob, golden and golden.

At this time, Jiang Yuchen turned his face away and looked out the window.

The sun outside the window was still red.

It is also surrounded by gold trims.

Perhaps due to the altitude, the sun in Inner Mongolia is a little bigger than in the south.

She stared at the sun obsessively, as if she was looking forward to something.

By the way, she was looking forward to the night, because in the evening, the train would arrive in Hohhot, and she would be able to meet the people she wanted.

What is it like to miss someone?

It's full of anticipation and anxiety.

We look forward to arriving at our destination as soon as possible and looking forward to reuniting with the people we have been thinking so hard about.

When we see someone we've missed for a long time, we tend to cry with excitement.

Sometimes, however, our expectations are disappointed, such as when the person we want to see has gone elsewhere or is no longer alive.

At that time, we will be very disappointed.

Missing someone is also a long journey full of anxiety.

Anyone who has watched "Ganglamedo" will be moved by the deeds of the Ganglamedor in the film who has been waiting for 60 years by the lake of gods for love.

What kind of 60 years was that?

I don't know how much hope is filled with it, and how much sorrow is it filled?

"It's not a thousand sails, the slanting veins are long, and the intestines are broken in Baipingzhou!"

Glamedor died in despair, for the person she wanted had long since died.

In any case, people who can miss are always happy.

When the train was about to arrive in Hohhot, a brief introduction to Qingcheng sounded on the radio.

Hohhot means blue city in Mongolian, so Hohhot is also known as Qingcheng.

The founder of Qingcheng was the highly decorated Dayan Khan.

Dayan Khan was the only khan to unify the Mobei steppe after the fall of the Mongol and Yuan Empires.

According to legend, the walls of Qingcheng were made of cyan bricks, so it was named "Blue City"

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Then, there were melodious and pure grassland songs on the radio, one of which was the "Auspicious Three Treasures" that had been on the Spring Festival Gala and became a household name.

Listening to these songs, the passengers felt extremely cordial, as if they were friends from Inner Mongolia who were warmly welcoming their arrival.

The drowsiness on their faces disappeared in an instant.

The train finally entered Hohhot Station.

It was just after six o'clock, and night had fallen.

Before the train stopped, those who were ready to get off were already lining up in the aisles.

The same is true for Jiang Yuchen.