Flying snow shoots white deer in the sky, and the smiling book god Yi Biyang.

I always want to write something to commemorate something, but I always write and delete, I want to use my highest level of writing to express my greatest praise and blessings to you, but I find that in front of a literary Beidou like you, any rhetoric seems a little flashy and contrived, a lot of sentimentality, and I can only say: "Mr. Jin Yong, go all the way ......"

The first time I heard the bad news was in one of my groups, my group owner suddenly said in the group: "Jin Yong passed away...... I don't know what my mood was at that time, maybe it was also a kind of dazed and helpless, I hurriedly searched on the Internet, but I was shocked by the overwhelming mourning, perhaps, the most hurtful thing for me was that it was written on Baidu Encyclopedia "Jin Yong (March 10, 1924-October 30, 2018)" The original few horizontal bars representing the unknown are gone, replaced by October 30, 2018, and the words of October 30, 2018 that are indeed written are imprinted on the cold fact like an iron brand, coldly and indifferently announcing the end of an era, the huge cold brings people a feeling of suffocation, deep helplessness and powerlessness go deep into the bone marrow.

Subsequently, I first posted a message on the space, saying: "Mr. Jin Yong, go all the way............" and then wrote a sentence in each group as if crazy: "Mr. Jin Yong, passed away" and did not have any disrespect for the old man, that is, he was shocked, at a loss, and at a loss, and then felt that the old man needed more people to mourn, maybe this idea was a bit selfish, but I did it.

After all the mass postings, there is a feeling that there is nothing to do, and I don't want to do my homework, that is, I watch other people mourn you in various web pages, and the belated sadness finally comes over, like cold silver water drowning my head, and like a hand slowly grasping my heart, and then slowly, undoubtedly, without hesitation, tightening my throat to the point where it is difficult to breathe, feeling the weight of the breath exhaled and inhaled, and suddenly feeling that my inner self is tied with cold chains, and I am desperately screaming, shouting, stirring up the crisp sound of chains, but I am so powerless。

As a teenager in 99, maybe your influence on me is not as great as that of those in the seventies and eighties, I'm ashamed, I have only read a few chapters of your book, more from some TV series and the mouths of the previous generation to know how much influence you have on that generation, I remember that at the beginning of the summer vacation every year, I always set goals, thinking that I must go to see the books you wrote, close to the paper to feel your soul and thoughts, but again and again because of various things were put aside, now my eyes sweep over your books, my heart can't help but be gloomy, and I regret itIt was because I thought that the people who created these works would no longer be in the same time and space as me and read these dreams, because there would never be such an opportunity again......

I used to have some complaints about you because of some episodes in the Condor, but now these complaints have lost their color, and with you passing, I will suddenly be unwilling, unwilling to let you go like this, and there are many people waiting to give you a hundred years old, waiting for you to change all the tragedies into comedy on the day of the big day, but unfortunately, tragedy is tragedy after all...... Thinking back to the martial arts dramas I have watched, that is, it is a dream of rivers and lakes, without you, where would the rivers and lakes come from?

You say, "Life is in the world, go to the morning dew." The soul returns, mourning me and sorrow. You say, "Life is a big fuss and quietly leave." "I want to say, don't be in a hurry to go, take our blessings, bring your martial arts dreams, take your rivers and lakes, and go together......

I saw a sentence: "I won't go to the funeral, you are still alive......"