When I was in high school, a girl in the dormitory was a very good friend of mine. www.biquge.info She said that Liang Yusheng's novels were too badly written, and the worst thing was the dialogue. She said the title of a book, and there were two lines of dialogue in it, and one of them shouted angrily: "Don't be crazy, boy!" and the answer she got was: "Boy, don't be crazy either!"

Then we burst into laughter, genuinely despising this kind of writing. At that time, there was a fear of being looked down upon, and the students in the liberal arts class couldn't read the martial arts novels.

Many people know that Liang Yusheng is the originator of the new school of martial arts novels, and he became famous before Jin Yong, but he has never received any official affirmation. Now I think maybe his way of writing is too orthodox and honest. He only wants to build a martial arts world composed of handsome men and beautiful women, and expands his martial arts world infinitely, Lao Tzu writes about his son, and his son writes about his grandson, the tiger father has no dog, the famous teacher has a high apprentice, and the family has a family history. Whenever a new character appears in his book, he will always attach a parentheses: For deeds related to this person, please see Humble So-and-So, So-and-so. The effectiveness of this kind of advertising is extraordinary, and as soon as I read that parenthesis, I wanted to go to that book to read. If the book in parentheses were something I had read, I would have felt a shudder of excitement in my heart: Ah, I had read that book!

I started reading martial arts novels in the second grade of elementary school, and the first book I read didn't have a cover, and the main character was called He Yun (I don't remember what his last name was), and he was fighting people under the snow, and there were four people in it who were called "Falling Flowers and Flowing Water".

When I was in the third grade, I told my cousin that if he wanted to make progress in light skills, it was useless to just jump around on the holly saplings every day, and he needed to supplement the internal skills. The secret book was very big, the size of a magazine, tattered, and there was a Taoist priest surnamed Ma on it, and let a guy named Guo Jing go up the cliff, originally this guy couldn't go up, but after practicing internal skills, he went up in three steps and two steps. We practiced according to the secrets taught by the Taoist priest surnamed Ma, and practiced for a total of a month, including "Five Hearts to the Sky" and "Three Flowers Gathering at the Top", but unfortunately we could not achieve anything, and there were no cliffs nearby for us to test the results. Instead, the holly sapling grows vigorously, and in the end we can only look up at it and sigh. I also lost my authority in front of my cousin, and from then on he stopped paying me tribute and roasted potatoes, which made me depressed for a long time.

In the fifth grade, I started reading Liang Yusheng's books. The first book was read in the fifth grade, called "Ping's Tracer Film". The book is good and has a cover. There is not only a cover, but also an embroidered portrait of a character in front, including Xie Tianhua, Chaoyin Monk and Tantai Mingming. Zhang Danfeng and Yun Lei's were of course torn up by previous unscrupulous readers. As soon as I opened the book, I felt a burst of literary breath in my face, and there were many words I didn't recognize. I thought it was a serious piece of literature, so I swaggered to read it between classes. The Chinese teacher came over and looked at it, but it was not confiscated. I was even more convinced that it was a serious piece of literature, so I prepared an excerpt for it that I would only use when reading Weeds and Dream of the Red Chamber. It is a good habit for me to see good words, good sentences and good descriptions taken down. To this day, I still recite the first Danfeng words that miss Yunlei--

Skimming the water, looking for nesting swallows, Yunshan remembers seeing each other.

Poor stepping on all the branches, the cold village is indifferent.

People are separated by the heavenly river, the voice is suspicious of the forbidden courtyard, and the cloud soul is turning in autumn.

The water flow and flowers are not emotional, and the clear stream is empty and resentful.

Together with the words of Su Dongpo and Li Qingzhao, it remains in my memory bank.

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In fact, my impression of most of Liang Yusheng's works is very weak, but I remember that the most intensive time to read Liang Yusheng's works was when I was in junior high school. At that time, boarding school had a fairly fixed schedule, waking up at 6:30 a.m. and turning off the lights at 10:30 p.m. I went to the "experimental class", where I had to take three years of courses in two years, and when I got to high school, I continued to take three years of courses in two years, and at the age of 16, I was admitted to university and became a "junior college student".

When I was in that class, I always had the feeling of being grabbed by the hair and lifted up. Every minute can't be wasted, and the head teacher guards us from reading novels like a thief. At that critical juncture, I "rebelled".

At that time, I tried my best to read novels. First of all, please visit my bed. Under the pillow, there is no and is too easy to find. Where are the books? in the mezzanine of the quilt, in the box under the bed, in the layer of dustproof newspaper pasted on top of the tent. Second, please visit my desk. The kind of desk that can be opened and closed, when you open the lid, you can see that there are neatly stacked Chinese, mathematics, and English inside...... Don't open it. Turning over the high-sounding cover, inside is the dangerous situation of the rivers and lakes, and the crazy men and women are flying on the walls. Finally, please take a look at me personally. Skinny, shriveled me, it's actually a mobile bookcase. Can you believe it? With three thick novels hidden in my clothes, I was still shriveled and thin, and I was walking like a fly. Books are constantly changing to meet the reading requirements of various occasions. I took them into the classroom, into the cafeteria, to the toilet, and silently walked under the nose of the principal and teacher.

Mom came once a week to bring me delicious little fish. As soon as I heard that my mother was coming, I didn't go back to the dormitory, but sat in the woods by the playground for a noon, or even an afternoon.

Mom would find out all my treasures, because she would wash my duvet covers, change my dirty newspapers, and organize my boxes.

She wouldn't tear my book, but her brow would furrow, her whole face would wrinkle, and she would say between her teeth, "Don't fight!" I was afraid to see such an expression, so I didn't go back.

In the evening she would leave because the school did not allow parents to stay overnight. At that time, it will be safer for me to go back to the dormitory.

My roommates would all look at me strangely. Then, one of them told me that this was the food my mom brought me, that it was clean clothes, that it was the money my mom gave me.

I was 12 years old in the first year of junior high school and 13 years old in the second year of junior high school. I spent my childhood and teenage years at the junction of this life.

Books are certainly not bought with money, they are too expensive. Books are rented, 20 yuan deposit, a dime a day. Be very careful when reading a book. If it is seen by his mother, the most he will do is a scolding and ask him to return it quickly. But if the teacher sees it, it is confiscated. After the confiscation, the $20 deposit was gone. $20 is a huge number.

Sadly, we don't have a library in that county. The school library was only built when I was a sophomore in high school.