Hello everyone, if there is no accident today, there should be no update, don't rush to send the blade first, I just want to talk to you today, and it should be the last time.

About a year ago, one summer before college, I was on the bus home. I wish I could earn my own tuition, but it's really hard to work part-time, I've sent flyers, worked as a waiter, but it's still less than a few points of tuition, and the freshman scholarship at the university will not be issued at the beginning of the semester, and if nothing else, I will ask my parents for money again when the university opens.

This is something I try to avoid, but maybe there is no way, I opened my phone and browsed the page without a destination, and I happened to see a push post about the Battle of Changping. After reading it carefully, I had a different interest in this war, anyway, I had nothing to do, so I went to look up the relevant materials again, and for the first time, I found history so interesting.

400,000 people died in the Battle of Changping, why did Bai Qi give such an order, Zhao Kuo talked about the army on paper, but he fought to the end, is it really unbearable, I have a lot of reverie. From Changping, I thought of the historical stories of China that have been around for a long time, and on the bus, I suddenly thought, I want to write a book about history.

I thought, write about the things in the history books. China's thousand-year-old displacement, the prosperous times that have appeared, and the romantic characters who once stood on the banks of the river in the mighty long river.

Compared to those, I think that today's life is really worth cherishing, there is no war, no disaster, no trouble. We can read all the books we want and can do most of the things we want.

And aren't these all laid by the history that is rarely looked back?

I have thought about what kind of ideal Zhang Qian holds in his heart to connect China and the West when he steps into the Western Regions. I have thought about it, Zheng He went to the West seven times, and what is the hope of watching the tide run away?

The river is red, and the sky is full of people, who is stepping on the Quartet? The words in the book and the words that go into the bones, who said that Dingyi Anbang? Who is the dragon robe, sitting in the golden hall, and wanting all nations to be kings?

the shame of the Eight-Nation Alliance's knocking on the door of the country; The Nanjing Massacre by the Japanese invaders made people's eyes bloodshot with anger. Artillery fire crossed the oceans and bombarded our land, who gave the first roar? Bullets slash across the shoulders, and when fear dominates dignity, who is the first to stand in the direction of the gun?

This is just a country that has just been established for less than 70 years, and it has only gone through a generation from the continuous wars and the lack of livelihood for the people to the fact that everyone now has more than enough food and clothing. Growing up in peace, we have never experienced war, the cruelty of death, or the shame and sorrow of despair. It was that generation that used their flesh and blood to drive out the enemy. On the day of the founding of the country, I don't know if they ever wept.

That generation, despite its many mistakes, still led the country on the right track. When the New Deal was first established, they were full of silver hair. In the midst of war, they have built a country with flesh and blood, a country built for us.

I want to try to say it, this, and convey it to more people.

On that day, I started to write, maybe I was too hasty, I didn't have any preparations, but the imagination on the bus became the reason for me to write.

How can 2,000 years of history be written so easily?

I don't know history, I don't have enough literary skills, and by now, I feel like I don't have the original feeling anymore.

A reader once asked me, have you ever been moved by your characters, have you ever cried, what were you thinking at that time?

I said, I was very happy at that time.

I was really happy, because at that time, I knew that I had written a little bit myself, if only a little bit, a little bit of what history had once been amazing. I'm also full of joy.

Some readers once said that I changed him a lot.

I replied, I'm glad I'm not doing something that doesn't make sense.

Really, I'm really glad I am.

I remember someone in the comments a few days ago that I was still a college student, and I didn't have the pressure of life, so I didn't have to be in such a hurry, and I would write after thinking about it.

My father did not have a job, and my mother earned 3,000 yuan a month and moved goods in the supermarket. At the beginning, when I didn't have a manuscript fee, every time I asked my family for money, I didn't know how to open my mouth and didn't dare to ask for it.

I really don't dare, my mother used her shoulder to resist a little bit of money, I really don't dare to ask for it.

Later, I had a manuscript fee, which allowed me to support myself and give the money to my family. The first time I took the money home, my parents were smiling at that time, and I remember it very clearly.

I live on campus, but I go home on weekends and they eat together. I helped wash the vegetables that day, and my mom was behind my back.

She told me, see that you are so tired every time you come back, if you are really tired, don't write, good health is the most important thing.

I looked back at her, not sure what to say.

She never told me if she was tired, I was tired, what about her?

Every month, for my little living expenses, what she did for me, she never told me and said that she was not tired.

I really want to make more money so that they can rest and have a good rest.

Maybe I was too hasty and wrote casually.

Perhaps, I was changed by money and wanted to make more money.

Gradually, I couldn't find my original feelings, the things I wanted to write.

I know what you say.

I love to write stories, I have loved it since I was a child, I have always loved it, and I say to almost every reader who supports me, it's good if you like to read it, I really appreciate it, even if you see pirated copies, it doesn't matter.

I might think it's a scene, but that's really what I think.

I want to write stories that people like to read, that people want to read, that people can chuckle and feel a little bit after reading them, and I'm glad that people can do that.

It's a pity that I've deviated from my own original idea now.

I'm starting to have a little bit of a story that I don't know how to continue writing so that you guys can laugh at it.

I'm really sorry, I'm really sorry.

My talent is insufficient, and my heart is not strong enough, I can't write what I want to say in my heart, I can't write the bearing and appearance of those great men, and I can't write stories like history.

I'm really sorry.

Now, please accept my apology.

That's it, I'm sorry, I wanted to talk to you about my heart, but it turned out to be a lot of nonsense.

This story may end here, and I'm afraid that if I don't write it well, it will disappoint more people.

All along, I really thank you for your support, for helping me in the past, and supporting me to get to where I am now.

I'll take a break and find the feeling I used to feel when I wrote a book. After that, I may continue or write new ones, and I think I will be much more cautious at that time. At that time, I wanted to make people chuckle again, and it couldn't have been better.