Hello readers!

I am the author of "Sword Boys", first of all, I would like to thank you for reading my book and listening to my stories, and here I would like to sincerely thank you for your companionship during the long summer vacation of 2016. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I am a high school graduate in the class of 2016 and a former senior in high school. This summer vacation is perhaps the craziest and most confusing summer vacation for me. Every dew-stained morning, every poetic afternoon, every silent night, dusty memories roll in my mind from time to time, and the anxiety and fear of facing the unknown of the future remind me to speed up my pace and devote myself to the call of a new life. But those days that have passed, is it really said that you can forget them? Those hearts that have been touched are like flowing water, gurgling, flowing in my heart over and over again. In the end, I felt that I had to write something, leave something behind, and slow down my inner pace, which led to this book, "Sword Boys".

Seriously, my literary talent is not high, my thoughts are disordered, I studied the Canadian curriculum for three years of high school, and the universities I applied for were mainly in Ontario, Canada, so I only learned the compulsory language in three years of high school, and I rarely came into contact with Chinese studies, which made the writing often difficult to understand, giving people a feeling of being in the clouds. But I believe that learning is endless, and in the past few years in Canada, I will not let go of my Chinese, my cultural heritage, and my proud national soul, after all, I am a descendant of Yanhuang and a son and daughter of China.

I'm a very lazy person, and it would have been difficult for me to get to where I am now without the supervision of others. The wedge of the novel was actually written as early as the winter vacation of my senior year of high school, probably because of the academic pressure of my third year of high school, and I couldn't be distracted, so the first chapter of the novel only came out this summer, and I only wrote fifteen chapters in one summer vacation. Here, I would like to express my heartfelt apologies to the readers who are chasing my book.

The purpose of posting this chapter tonight is to tell you one thing. I'm flying to Toronto, Canada at 6 p.m. today. Freshman week at McMaster University is approaching, and I'm about to start my new life, but I still have a lot of unpacked luggage at home, and I haven't recovered from the aftertaste of summer vacation at all. The first time I left home, the first time I left the motherland, my heart was full of worship, I couldn't calm down for a long time, I hope that I will take good care of myself in the future, don't let my parents in China worry, and really don't forget my original intention, so I have to always.

Universities abroad are basically wide in and strict out, and my future life will not be too easy, and I really want to study something and come back. Therefore, I can't guarantee stable updates in the future, but I guarantee that this novel, my debut work, will never be a eunuch, it is my hard work, and it is the courage to support me to live on my own abroad!

I don't know if I can still get to the starting point abroad, if it really doesn't work, I will contact my good friend to help me update it at that time, and the update speed is tentatively set to be updated every Monday, thank you~

Have a nice trip! Let's go, Sangzidi, and see you in a year!

I would like to give you a Tibetan poem with the theme of "Sword Boys" "Alone in the West Moon, Looking for Her in My Dreams":

Alone remembers the rain and falling flowers and mud, the green silk brushes the willows, and the first sight is yingying.

Covering clothes and meeting the stars at night, accompanied by a little bit, dancing and shadowing.

The west wind did not understand the tourists' wishes, so they parted and played the sheng flute.

Under the moon, the white-clothed flying fairyland, the eternal elegance is light with a sword.

Dream of returning to spring to Sifang year, the pearl of the sea, the smoke and warm jade.

The bright eyes of the alley are full of umbrellas, long and lonely, and desolate and blurry.

The ordinary years stand by the railing, and they plan to take pictures of the madness and shock.

She said that it was better not to see each other, and to hate each other from now on.

Alone in the west moon, looking for her in a dream.

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