I've always loved martial arts novels.

I tried to write it very early, but I was always confused by the realm of chivalry......

I have always been nourished by the novels of my predecessors, and I am often moved by many small moments, when Li Xunhuan held Ah Fei's hand, when Xiao Shiyilang's tears dropped on the back of Feng Siniang's hand, when Fu Hongxue met Zhou Wei, when Hua Manlou listened to the sound of flowers blooming alone in the building, it was really as if he saw the buds finally blooming petals after struggling......

My favorite is Gu Long, but I have never been able to write about his artistic conception, the feeling of floating tears in his eyes when smiling, the feeling of inadvertently touching the softest part of my heart, the artistic conception and picture that seem to be unattainable and within reach, although most of his characters are depressed and sad, like too much life.

When indulging in wine and singing, behind the fame and brilliance, there is the dawn breeze and waning moon on the willow bank, which is beautiful, but it always has a bleak imprint.

Suddenly, I remembered what another favorite person said: We work hard, we struggle, but there are always some perfect moments in life, which is the meaning of life, and it doesn't matter if you can live a happy life from now on.

Therefore, as long as you have seen the blooming of flowers, as long as you have seen the tears of true love, as long as you have been touched by purity, whether it will be forever is no longer so important.

So, I wrote, hoping to leave the imprint of what I imagined to be touched.

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