Some people say that writing books is a way of living. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The sun is warming.

When I opened the window, I saw not only the colors of the sky and the trees, but also tomorrow and tomorrow.

Xiaobai likes to write books, likes words, likes to walk between the lines, smells the fragrance of pen and ink, and in his brain, those imaginary and unpredictable worlds are bizarre.

Since childhood, I love to watch martial arts.

Since middle school, I was brought into this bizarre world by a novel called "Zhu Xian", in addition to learning, in addition to life, Xiaobai's eyes also have a wonderful way, that is the novel.

Some people say that fiction is a world of nothingness, and a group of people are satisfying their own life fantasies.

Xiaobai wants to say that in the novel, there are still those times when I was young, those times when I read novels in class, and those who walked in the alleys, just to rent a copy of "The Journey of Piao", and Shaohua who went through ups and downs.

Xiaobai grew into a big white and walked through the campus of the university, and when he finished writing his master's thesis, Xiaobai found that I was still the same persistent, persistent in writing those bizarre and inexplicably moving stories.

Fiction has become a life, and it has become a life.

The end of "The Richest Man" made Xiaobai feel a little more melancholy and self-blame out of thin air, because the end of the story was not satisfactory.

The results of the new book "The Desolate Emperor" are not good, in the fantasy world full of gods, Xiaobai is just an inconspicuous wave, splashing, falling into the water, and there is no trace of ripples.

But I love this world, a world full of fantasies and stories.

Naturally, what is written is only those stories that are bizarre and sunny.

Men and women use the vows of marriage to form immortal marriages.

Maybe.

Like many, many readers and brothers, Xiaobai has also formed such a "marriage" with the novel.

Xiaobai once wrote on paper.

"No matter whether you are poor or rich, no matter the wind and rain, I still love this land, this land of fantasists, so to speak, the land of silk. ”

I wish myself and my brothers, a warm life, a sunny life, and everything is good.