I got up this morning, sat down at my desk, and made myself a cup of tea. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Through the window, the pine color outside is reflected in, and there are seven or eight apricot trees blooming, the flowers are delicate, the fragrance is fragrant, and there is a spring atmosphere.

It's really like I often write in chapters, the wind is cool, the pine is green, the apricot blossoms are red, and Shanshan is lovely as a picture.

It's just that the sky is not beautiful, and the slightly hazy weather casts a light veil of gray on the scenery, which is tied like this, and the wind blows and swayes.

Slowly drink strong tea and chew the taste between the teeth to dispel the drowsiness that has not dissipated in the morning.

At this time last year, also under the window and on my desk, I wrote the first chapter of the book "Reborn in the World of Mythology" with great interest, and then uploaded it with confidence, and then anxiously refreshed the backstage, watching the collection rise one by one.

The anticipation, the excitement, the uneasiness, and so on and so forth, seem to be still vivid.

But this is just a delusion.

A whole year has passed, I am a year older, a little less immature, and a lot more insightful, and the book of mythology has 1.8 million words.

The apricot blossoms are still the same, and the people are different.

If the child is over one year old, it is natural to make a special event, relatives and friends to congratulate and laugh.

And the novel is one year old, three hundred and sixty-five days, so what?

There was only one person, a cup of tea, a computer, and the swaying apricot blossoms outside the window.

It's not a treat.

To be honest, a lot of things have happened in this year, and as long as people are in society, there are always all kinds of sudden changes, but no matter what, it is a kind of happiness to be able to continue to write books and continue to tell stories in peace.

In addition, in this year, I have also met a lot of friends, readers, authors, although it is only through typing and chatting, but like-minded people are also very happy.

I have said a lot about the book of myths before, and I won't say much about it now, and I will definitely finish it completely.

In the past year, the pace of the new era is getting faster and faster, and the classical Xianxia, which has always been slow-paced, looks out of place, old and hard.

Some of the peers who wrote classical Xianxia have given up, some have changed careers, some are considering changing careers, and some are still gritting their teeth and persevering.

It can only be said, written and cherished.

Finally, ask for support, subscriptions, tips, monthly passes, referral tickets, and the myth of turning old is babbling and calling.

Paper is a cloud of smoke

2017、4、16

Written on the desk under the window, the first anniversary of the myth.