2008 passed, 2009 came. The Spring Festival is coming, and I'm going home tomorrow night. Before I went home, I made a year-end inventory of my 2008 and gave a phased explanation to my book friends who have always supported me. Before the text, advertise the new audible and downloadable address of the "Smoke and Dust on the Fairy Road" series of songs: http:///1410548/ Remember the last of the URL/Indispensable.

In 2008, I finished writing "Smoke and Dust on the Fairy Road". "A volume of fairy dust and half a world, full of love to Jun Xuan", since December 4, 2004, he began to write "Smoke and Dust on the Fairy Road" on the Internet, and began to chant such verses. At 23:05 on July 1, 2008, at the end of the book, looking back, I feel that I have lived up to my original intention.

In 2008, my three-and-a-half-year writing journey finally came to an end. The ancients said that "the heart is deep and immortal for three years", and I have been more than half a year, and the handwriting of that year is still clear in my heart. After more than three years, there are naturally many emotional stories, and there is no need to say a thousand words, but here I can share only the small anecdotes of the writing of the last two chapters of the three-and-a-half-year journey.

In the penultimate chapter of the book of Xianlu Yanchen, the idea involves the Weaver Girl, the River Drum, and the Tianjin Samsung, and before I started writing, I went to investigate the correct position of the Samsung in the sky. Zhang Xing, the protagonist of the book, said that he should look up at the Samsung in Poyang Lake, Jiangxi Province in the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, so I used software to simulate the star map of Nanchang, Jiangxi Province on September 15 of the solar calendar. One last look at the simulation screen, oh, this Samsung is in the field of vision of the western sky, and I am relieved to write the plot. It took a lot of pains and pains to write it in a passing stroke, as if to mention the direction of the West, and I don't think any other reader would pay attention to this little point except myself. Maybe I'm stuck with my science and engineering background, even if it's a literary matter, I instinctively investigate it accurately and accurately.

In the penultimate chapter of the whole book of Xianlu Yanchen, the whole article is more than 10,000 words, returning from the institute, writing at night, not eating, halfway through the writing, hungry, want to eat something good, so ride out, go to the home often go to the sushi to eat sushi. Before leaving, I told myself that I must pay attention to traffic safety, and I must pay attention.

These are two short stories from 2008 writing.

For me, a lot happened in 2008. In addition to finishing "Smoke and Dust on the Fairy Road" and opening the new "Kyushu Muyunlu", I also returned to Middle-earth from Dongying. I am a person who loves to travel and can travel all over the world by myself without getting tired. In the middle of 2008, when I went to Hokkaido to attend an IEICE conference, I came out of the station in Hakodate and saw a sentence on the west wall of the hotel opposite. The sentence is: life, travel.

But do I really like this kind of wandering? When I returned to China and invited two friends from Kansai in Japan to chew on the spicy crab in Shanghai, one of them, Mr. Nomura, said to me when the crab was half full and slightly drunk:

"Zhang Sang, compared to seeing you in Japan before, your face is really bright now. ”

That's not what he said, of course, but that's what he meant. Am I really just a veteran teenager with a sunny appearance and a melancholy heart?

It's a playful and parody idea, but I really didn't know what Mr. Nomura really meant at the time. Until six days ago, I traveled to the West Lake with new friends, visited the lake pavilion by boat, explored Xiaoyingzhou, and watched the clear light of the three pools of the moon in the vast smoke and waves, and the slender island shore floated in the water and sky of the upper and lower colors, and the willow tree bridge was interwoven into a fine and exquisite iron line painting in the misty water color sky, and everything was ethereal, such as in the sky. Suddenly, I felt like I understood.

After bidding farewell to Edo Bay in the Seto Inland Sea with jasper hairpin rings on a kimono woman's bun, returning to the West Lake, where light makeup is always appropriate, and stepping out of the "My Heart to Heart" pavilion on the island in the middle of the lake to face the smoke waves in the eve sun, and then thinking of Mr. Nomura's words, a sentence suddenly jumped in my heart:

"I have been chanting so far, but for the sake of the king. ”

I just watched this sentence in "Red Cliff" II a few days ago, and it jumped in my mind repeatedly.

Well, for me, life is still like a journey, but sometimes as a guest, sometimes at home. And life on the Internet still continues, still here in Kyushu Muyun. Now I'm doing the job I love, and my free time doesn't seem to be as good as when I was a student. But writing books and entertaining others is still my passion. In a city where the warm breeze is intoxicating to tourists, and most of my spare time after occasional wandering, I still weave wonderful dreamy and friendly fantasy stories for everyone in the small world in the fighting room, create the kind characters like the girl next door and the boy next door, and satisfy the most wonderful, wanton, classical, elegant and touching dreams for us Chinese.

I endure some hardships and leave a trace of my past in this world.

It's a bit far. The day after tomorrow is Chinese New Year's Eve, right? I wish all the people I like, those who like my books, and those who have helped me in the new year a happy and eternal New Year!