A few years ago, I opened an article about TJ, but I gave up halfway because I couldn't stick to it.

Writing a novel is sometimes a joyful but most painful thing, so if you can stick to it, you must love it, and I'm trying to regain that love.

I have never kept a diary in my life, because I don't like to record my happy or sad past. But writing a novel is different!

Writing about other people's things with your own pen is always a pleasant thing, just like drinking someone else's wine and listening to someone else's sad story, so much to make people laugh and laugh wildly.

There are many colors of human eyes, and even if we are all yellow, our eyes will show different colors as the world changes and the years change.

Now that life has left our eyes bright for a long time, the purest color, do you remember the moment when your eyes were flawless and close to transparent?

If you can't forget, it's a pain, if you haven't forgotten, the memory will precipitate in your eyes!

There was once a story about an immortal legend of ambition, love, dignity and eternity, and if this story could be told, it would add more complexity to the world as the eye could see it.

What is the twilight of autumn like? Is it desolate? Maybe not, it is a feeling ripe close to mellow, like the eve of a reincarnation, so brilliant that nothing is cared for. So twilight can actually be any color, and there will be a thousand twilight colors for a thousand people.

But there is a kind of twilight that only exists in the depths of the pupil, like the shadow in the deepest part of the soul, and there is always a hint of death and destruction in the corners where the light cannot be seen!

It's for the preface!