Sometimes it's not me who knows myself best, and I think what my sister is talking about at the moment is the closest to the real me...

Da Song Meng will be on the shelves this Friday, and at this moment, thank you very much. There were so many things I wanted to say that I had turned into speechless. The following listing testimonials were written by my sister, and I am very grateful to her for supporting me.

First of all, thank you to the shepherd boy for inviting me to write this testimonial. At such an important moment, there should be many heartfelt words to be poured out for him. And he gave this opportunity to his sister, thanks for the trust, of course, just like his character who didn't like to explain and argue since he was a child.

As an older sister, I can't say that I have experienced every step of his growth, but because of the long-term relationship between my childhood and adolescence, I can say that I have an understanding of his growth path.

Here, I would like to sincerely thank every book friend and book lover, in the vast sea of books, you can click on "The Dream of the Great Song Dynasty", every time you read and pay attention to it, it is a great support and encouragement to your younger brother. The shepherd boy has been riding a sacred cow for more than ten years. In fact, many people who are usually silent and don't like words have another thriving secret garden.

From childhood to adulthood, he belonged to the kind of child who was inconspicuous and unlikable. I still remember that he said to me lightly: "You who have been in key classes since you were a child will not understand the circle and world of children like us."

juvenile, mischievous; Childhood, mediocre. After graduating from junior high school, due to the mediocre grades in cultural classes, there was little hope of going to university, so he was arranged by his father to learn to paint.

Perhaps he was born with no sense of painting, and the brush did not inspire the passion and desire in his heart. After graduating from university, due to the mediocre professional performance, the internship ended hastily, and after graduation, I was not able to successfully engage in major-related work. At the same time, he began to devote himself to writing, poetry, prose, and fiction. Because of his love, he can work hard regardless of time and results, even if he has suffered repeated setbacks during the period, is not affirmed and understood, he has never stopped and never given up.

Over the years, words have become his most faithful companion. When I think about it now, I can't help but sigh: "Life is so wonderful!" You can't figure it out. The hand that was supposed to be holding the paintbrush is now struggling to write every late night. But if you think about it, the person at the helm is always yourself!" He loved to read books since he was a child, all kinds of books, not only loved to read but also loved to buy books, so he was often nagged by his mother to read idle books; Since he was a child, he loved to collect objects with a sense of history, such as ancient coins and stamps. I love fantasy when I was a child, and what I express in my diary is my imagination. It can be said that he is a person who is more inclined to spiritual needs, but he is very rational about life, world affairs, and feelings, and even a little cold.

Perhaps, in the process of growing up, he has already understood a truth: every life is an independent individual in this world, and he cannot and should not expect to have too much involvement and fetters with other lives.

Since graduating from university, he has taken some detours, hit a wall, suffered injuries, suffered losses, experienced the difficulties of the world, sinister people's hearts, and experienced the trough of disappointment in life. There was a time when he hid himself, deliberately avoiding the sight and eyes of others, and confined himself to his own small world. The worries and apprehensions of his family could not wake him up.

To be honest, during that time, for him, I gradually had a sense of powerlessness from the bottom of my heart that "mourning is greater than dying". Presumably those days were also painful years for him, but he was decadent and depressed, and he never gave up writing even at that time. Perhaps, words have become the warmest comfort and catharsis for him. Gradually, there was more peace and less anger in his writing, and I seemed to see that he was slowly reaching a consensus and reconciliation with himself, and I was very happy to see that he was able to gain this transparency after going through a lot.

I remember that when he used to chat, he despised the life trajectory of most people, and most of them couldn't escape the circle of studying, working, getting married, having children, buying a house and a car. Perhaps, he has been looking for the meaning of life. However, today, as a sister, I want to say to you: What I am experiencing is the most worldly life, there are troubles, pressures and fears, but because I can give, I can work hard, I can get it, and I am willing to do it.

The bitterness of life is not that the road is difficult, but that there is no way out. In fact, the difficult thing is not to gain the understanding and recognition of others, but to gain self-understanding and affirmation, to achieve inner reconciliation and unity with oneself, and to always grow like a sunflower with enthusiasm and awe for life.

I hope that you will step on the earth and the starry sky above your head, not only the lonely and brave young man in my sister's heart, but also the fat middle-aged man who is alive and fragrant in the world.

That's what life is all about, isn't it?