Anyway, I finally finished posting Twilight Rain on the Internet...... It's been a decade...... Friends who started watching twilight rain on Xianwang back then, are there still people?

postscript

"Done? "A friend asked me.

"I'm done. I told him.

"That's it? He asked again.

"That's it. I said.

Yes, unconsciously, the twilight rain has been written.

I actually finished writing. If I look back, let's say four months or five months ago, I still think it was a long way off, but now I'm here.

Before I passed, I always didn't believe that I could really write 10,000 words; When I got to 30,000 words, I began to feel that 50,000 words was not out of reach; When it exceeds 100,000 words, I feel that 200,000 words are like a piece of paper that can be torn at a moment; And when I approached 300,000 words, I began to feel that there was nothing in this world that I couldn't do.

It is evident how a person can change from modesty to arrogance.

It's funny.

Sitting in the spring night, sitting in the summer, sitting in the autumn wind, sitting in the three seasons, before the first winter snow comes, the twilight rain and the river day, the writing is finished.

When I finished the book, I hesitated.

That's it, it's done?

Have you expressed all your thoughts? Have you sketched out all the important people? Have you ever looked closely at the plausibility of this story?

The answer is, I've tried, but I still haven't been able to satisfy myself.

It is a painful thing to be able to see, to think, but not to be able to do it, and if a first-class foodie wants to become a celebrity chef, he must have to go through this torment.

For the time being, I can only do this, but in the future, I will be able to do even better.

When the twilight rain was about to finish, one night I worked overtime until nearly twelve o'clock, and I was very tired.

It's physical work, I'm so tired, I don't want to move when I'm tired, I'm only tired of my brain and can't control my thoughts.

In the midst of these thoughts, there was a faint sparkle, and fortunately, at that moment, I was caught.

I wrote it down on a piece of printer paper that I had torn off, and it was crumpled and poorly torn.

I gave it a name, called.

It was the first poem I wrote after I left college.

Sharpen a quick knife and scrape your own blood,

Fill the dry pen holder with a gushing stream of bright red.

Burn a prosperous fire, indulge in burning your own five insides,

The blazing heat from the inside out can warm the frozen hands.

Grip, clench, clench, painful heart,

It can cry, it can scream, it will wake up the ear that is almost deaf.

The knife is fast, the skin is soft, stab, cut!

Without the blinding eyes, there will be light again.

The building is high, the ground is hard, the bones are broken, and the blood-stained hair is entangled,

It hurts, but the brain, which has been numb for a long time, is finally able to move.

I was able to think, I was able to see, I was able to listen,

The hand can move, the pen has water,

What more could you want?

Write, write!

The first two friends who saw this poem said that I was violent, and the other said that I wanted to transfer jobs.

I only smiled bitterly.

Friends who have sat for countless nights like me should be able to understand the mood in this poem.

Writing is happiness and pain, heaven and hell.

Every word in this poem is my experience and mood, and the feeling of almost being driven crazy by myself is not pleasant.

Mr. Wen Ruian said, "Writing martial arts novels is not the best way to make money or become famous, today, a smart person will have many better choices." ＂

"Luckily, or unfortunately, writing martial arts novels has gradually become my profession. ＂

I had a job and I was going to quit it and become a professional writer, and I guess that was a path I wouldn't take.

But I can feel that feeling.

The so-called dream is an existence that cannot be measured by the gain or loss of material benefits.

To be a scholar, you should eat hard and be lonely.

Everything in the world is the same, not only learning.

Either way, Twilight is always going to be published.

From an economic point of view, I should say that the twilight rain is mine, and I can't stress enough that there is strong evidence for all bad intentions or suspicions of unbelievers, but nothing can be seen from one side alone, right?

Nobody is an island, is it?

There are some people that I will never forget, and I will be here to express my gratitude.

First of all, I would like to thank my two teachers.

When I was a freshman in high school, I opened a small stove, no matter how messy things I wrote, I would read them one by one and put forward my opinions. When I was a sophomore in high school, Mr. Sha lent me and encouraged me to submit my first manuscript.

That manuscript was written for the blackboard newspaper, and without his encouragement, I would never have thought of revising, transcribing, and pitching it.

The manuscript fee was a book, and I sold it for five yuan, (at that time, five yuan could read five volumes of Tianlong Babu, and you could also buy a translation of Spartacus, and there was a surplus) The book buyer back then is now a graduate student, and she is doing her big business in the big city.

Secondly, my gratitude should be given to my sister, Miss Ivy, who was the first reader of the story, and who was the first to post it on the Internet, and that without her pressure, I would have written Twilight until it would have been a long time before it would have been noticeable.

I am also grateful to my girlfriend Miss Cheng, no matter how conceited, I can't boast that before I met her, I had the confidence to write all these emotional scenes in the twilight rain; And, when my energy and enthusiasm were on the verge of dying, she was the one who succeeded in arousing my passion.

And, of course, there are the cameos who work hard and sweat hard.

Xiao Yongzi of the Chen family, Boss Liang, Singles Zhang, Pang Qiang Pang Butler, Master Chang, Feng Shenchong, Zhuang Wei, Han Yanbai, Boss Dai, Zhong Hua Zhong Taishou, Uncle Yang, Xiaobing Liu, Jiang Kai, Chef Sun, Han Jiuying, Lao Han..., and the "chasing the wind and dust" whose name was expropriated involuntarily. ＂

Thank you j2zwb, Qingyou, lifee, MyteriousEy, and other votes, at the beginning, it was you who helped me squeeze into the popularity list.

Thank you for your attention, it was your recommendation, and I was proud of it at the earliest.

Thank you for your valuable comments from Sleeping Tiger, Doudou Bear, Shuhang, Zhang Lin, IWASDEAD, Benkuang, HNCR, Squid Silk, XZZQ, Edamame Rice, Nana, Yunshu Fengjuan, zhzzw, UNI2002, etc., and I hope to write a book that you can continue to read in the future.

Thanks to the frowning tiger brother for his appreciation and help, my dream can come true.

I didn't go out of my way to express my gratitude to my parents, because it wasn't something that words could express.

Everything I have, this comes from them.

The twilight rain has come to an end here, but my struggle and hard work have just begun.

END WITH A FEW LYRICS FROM BEYOND, IT'S ONE OF MY FAVORITE SONGS.

"Don't look at people building tall buildings overnight, don't ask who the sky prefers more. ＂

"With my sincere hands, in exchange for a peaceful and comfortable life. ＂

"Everyone has a piece of heaven in their heads, and everyone has a field in their hearts. ＂

"Whether it's a good harvest or a famine year, don't look at money. ＂

"If you are drunk and have a sweet dream, why bother desperately to be greedy for a thousand cups. ＂

"What kind of heart is formed, every point of blood and sweat reaps a share of field. ＂

"I don't believe in human affection, and I am not afraid to treat people sincerely without reservation. ＂

"If you close the door and live alone, you will not be happy if you live a long life and be rich"

"Work hard day after day, do not stop, hope in the heart, not afraid of bitterness, always move forward. ＂

Kong Zhang's character was dated December 8, 2002