When Gu Chen typed out the first word, it was 6:16 in the morning. Why is it still early in the morning after six o'clock? Because of Gu Chen, I didn't sleep all night.

Since ancient times, there have been countless authors who have been on the shelves and cry miserably, and in Gu Chen's first book, Gu Chen didn't want to do this.

Gu Chen is a first-year college student, and the original intention of writing this book was to commemorate my long away high school career. In order to commemorate with words, I opened this book "Jin Wu Ming Road". Because I love it, I write it, and because I love it, I have no hesitation and no fear.

It is very difficult for newcomers and new books, and I still clearly remember the ecstasy I felt after growing a collection and a review, and the feeling of knowing that you are with me. Actually, to be honest, when it was put on the shelves today, I was very apprehensive and apprehensive in my heart. I don't know what kind of data I'm going to be dealing with, but I do know that even if there is only one reader, I will write it with determination.

The current online literature circle is actually very impetuous, and few people write good articles with their hearts, but Gu Chen can say with a clear conscience that no matter what the works are, Gu Chen has done his best for his works.

In order to polish the story of conscience, I read a lot of ancient classics, such as "Warring States Policy", "Chinese", etc., just to make my book not so shallow. I have many nights when I code words until two or three o'clock in the morning, and the text in my pen is revised and revised just to present it in the best possible way. I drank can after can of coffee, and the bitterness remained on the tip of my tongue, accompanying me for silent nights after nights.

Many authors are not in good health, and most of them are because they stay up too late. Online writers work harder than many people, but in the eyes of many people, online literature is still a kind of entertainment literature.

Unlike many online writers, my writing began with love, and I am willing to write about the channel of ancient sayings, and I have always been. Therefore, starting from the first book, no matter whether it is a year or two years, or three or five years, no matter what the results are, Gu Chen will stick to the end, and the path he chooses will be completed on his knees.

I am a new article opened on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and now it is on the shelves at the end of the seventeenth year, and Gu Chen's inner feelings are indescribable. I always feel like I have a lot to say to you, but I don't know how to express it.

I'm not a very confident person, and for a long time, I thought that my books were not seen by anyone. Later, there were some active cuties who told me with their actions that I wasn't alone.

I always knew what I wanted, and in my heart there was a writer's dream, and no one knew what those two words meant to me.

I've seen too many people whose dreams have been compromised by reality. I have a friend in Jinjiang, and the girl was rejected many times because she wrote the words she wanted to think in her heart, which did not meet the market. That kind of discomfort and loss cannot be described by anyone but myself, and no words can describe it.

My friend and I signed a contract almost at the same time, growing up in daily chores, I have seen her struggle when she was forced to succumb to reality, I have seen her self-confidence when she is high-spirited, our group of people, not for money or fame, just simple, serious, want to write good words, that's all.

A lot of people are delusional about becoming gods, but I don't want to be that much. My pursuit is not high, I just hope that I am famous, have a group of readers who really like it, so I will transition steadily and steadily in the direction of the great god, not arrogant or impatient, write good essays with my heart, and speak for love.

My copyright awareness in Huaxia is very thin, and now I go to Baidu to search for "Jin Wu Mingtu", and the first thing that appears is that it is all pirated networks. The starting point of the website needs to be pulled down very hard to be seen.

But in fact, a paid chapter only costs a few cents, but it is these few cents that is the greatest support for the author, but in today's situation, it has become the greatest luxury.

I don't dare to ask for too much, I just hope that everyone who reads Gu Chen's books, no matter what, please let Gu Chen feel your existence, you are Gu Chen's biggest motivation.

Finally, I would like to thank every reader who has grown up with me, and I hope you can stay with me until the end.

Finally, I would like to offer a lyric that best expresses my feelings.

Wandering on the road

Are you leaving

Fragile proud

That used to be what I used to be

Boiling and restless

Where are you going

Mysteriously silent

Are you really listening to the story?

I used to cross mountains and seas

It also passed through the sea of people

Everything I ever had

In the blink of an eye, they were all scattered like smoke

I was lost, disappointed, lost all directions

Until you see the ordinary, the only answer

When you're still fantasizing

Your tomorrow

Will she be better or worse

Another day for me

I used to ruin everything I had

Just want to leave forever

I have fallen into infinite darkness

I want to struggle and can't extricate myself

I used to be like you, like him, like the weeds and wild flowers

Desperate and longing

also crying and laughing

Go forward, just go like this

Even if you've been given something

Go forward, just go like this

Even if you are taken away from something

Go forward, just go like this

Even if you're going to miss something

Go forward, just go like this

Even if you would

I used to cross mountains and seas

It also passed through the sea of people

Everything I ever had

In the blink of an eye, they were all scattered like smoke

I was lost, disappointed, lost all directions

Until you see the ordinary, the only answer

I used to ruin everything I had

Just want to leave forever

I have fallen into infinite darkness

I want to struggle and can't extricate myself

I used to be like you, like him, like the weeds and wild flowers

Desperate and longing

also crying and laughing

I used to cross mountains and seas

It also passed through the sea of people

I've asked the whole world

Never got an answer

I'm just like you, like him, like the weeds and flowers

Darkly, this is the only way I have to go

Time is silent, so and so and so and so and so

Tomorrow is already there

The wind-blown road is still far away

Where is your story?

I was so worried that I didn't know what I had written, so be it.