It's been two months since I came to Canada in a blink of an eye, and from the beginning of being at a loss, to now gradually getting used to it, the weather has become cooler in a blink of an eye.

Studying in a foreign country, whether it is in life or study, is inevitable. What I want to do is to turn these pressures into motivation, and then into the motivation for my creation, to record every life and the mood along the way.

"Sword Boy" is my debut novel, the sense of substitution is not strong, and the logic is also very confusing, but I will do my best to conceive and create. After that, the plot will speed up the pace, and important heroes and heroines will appear in turn.

Without further ado, thank you to those who are still reading my book. I can't see you, but I can feel the friendship.

Winter in Canada is coming, here Jinghong will send you a new poem of your own, I wish you to take care of your health:

Long song to the snow, winter cold clothes

---- to my 18-year-old self

Do you know

Eighteen years old is the best time of life.

Eighteen years old is a deep concern in the history of time.

Say goodbye to your homeland, say goodbye to your family,

Embark on a road to a distant land,

To find a dream to chase a lifetime,

Visit a city with a mottled old atmosphere.

Life is good now,

One listens to the rain, one listens to the wind,

No story cannot be recorded.

Life is terrible now,

There is no umbrella in the rain, but the wind is single,

Only words warm the liver and sausage.

The people who once had, the dreams that once had,

They all waved goodbye and turned away in style.

Whirling, dancing, drifting, falling,

All glamorous,

All unfinished regrets,

are slowly condensed in the dust,

Or framed by time.

It can be said that everyone has a secret,

A secret hidden deep in my heart,

Thou shalt not read, thou shalt not speak, thou shalt not discard,

When I think of it, I cry, and the bitterness is interspersed with memories.

But it's in a dream after all,

Don't look too carefully if you are addicted.

So, I tried to look down on the past,

Scoop up the moonlight,

But those past events are like the bright moon at night,

There is something in the heavens, and there is something in the waters,

Repeatedly, in the lonely night.

What is said when you whisper, you may not hear,

People who are half-asleep and half-awake can experience drunken life and dream death.

I miss you so much, like the stars in the night sky,

Thousands of miles apart, the light and the sun are uncertain.

I miss you so much, like a bright shadow in the twilight,

The twilight sun is shining, and the cocoon stands alone.

I miss you so much, stretch out my hand, but I can't touch you,

I miss you so much, opening my mouth, but slowly closing it again.

There are some things you may not know,

Just want to ask,

Whether your life is still satisfactory or not.

I can't say, and I dare not tell you,

My current mood,

I can't read it, and I can't read it for you,

The sorrow of parting.

Your world is your world,

My life is my life,

But how I wish,

A ray of light shines into your world,

It comes from my life,

Guiding the way forward,

I want to pass by, and not only pass by,

Bring one of the thousands of illusions.

I don't know how long it will last,

I don't know when it's due,

All I know is that you are still in my dreams,

Peerless, still obsessed.

And I wish you knew that I was still in this story,

Silently waited, never left.

The horizon is about to dawn,

Bury thoughts in this life.

The future you will eventually meet the present you,

In the future, you will be grateful for your efforts now.

Eighteen years old, the first winter away from home,

Take care of yourself and don't cool down your mood.

The cold wind remembers the passing years,

Hearing the Qiang flute in a foreign country,

The sword is cold and invincible,

Don't be afraid of folding willow songs.

Listen to the voice singing,

vaguely, there are only two vague sentences:

Long song to the snow, winter cold clothes.

Long song to the snow, winter cold clothes.