About Tricky's New Year's Eve
The story of the old cat comes first from The Story of Suzaku. Now a large group of people who are chasing after Yu Nian are probably chasing after Suzaku. As far as Suzaku is concerned with Xianxia's cultivation, he is flying high, with a bit of a manly eyebrow raised. Although there are times when it is not refined enough or detailed enough, in other words, it is a feeling of a man swaying his emotions with only enthusiasm, even so, it still makes people feel hearty and vicissitudes. The kind of brightness is like the previous article, which is the man raising his eyebrows, and the kind of vicissitudes, which is the vicissitudes of a man drinking wine with his eyebrows lowered under the lamp in autumn. Although he had a stage presence, it still made people feel deeply. He also lowered his eyebrows, as if smelling the smell of alcohol.
However, Suzaku was born a little.
The first paragraph of the article is moderate and peaceful, and the latter paragraph is gradually jumping away. The changes in the text vaguely reveal tricky growth. Every author often has such changes in manipulating a long text, unless his style has been completely stabilized. It is this kind of growth, such as jade's pondering, that gradually consolidates the foundation and makes the author become that person in the future, not someone else. Such a process is naturally inevitable.
Then I finally talked about what I wanted to talk about: celebrating more than one year.
This is my favorite theme: time travel.
This is the personality I like: Although I don't deceive others, if anyone deceives me, I will repay you a hundredfold. Although I am kind, I am not afraid to use shady means for important people or things. Never do the despicable occupation that has to set up a memorial archway.
This is still my favorite story flow: the little child grows up slowly, gradually becomes stronger, and every little bit of what he encounters is for YY Infinity, until he has the power of the world in his hands, and no one is disrespectful in the extreme, even if it is hate, I only dare to nail the little grass man's hatred in the dark corner.
This is what Qing Yu Nian has given me so far.
This story has now been written in four volumes, and its style has gradually stabilized. Perhaps Mao Niu has at least grasped the context of this story, and there will be no such thing as writing cool in autumn and hot in summer. For readers, this is a very comfortable feeling.
The most important thing is that I have already said that this is a HE.
On the book column of the starting point, those that are not HE are heterogeneous, but I am still delighted by this story.
Maybe someday I will be interested in writing something about the characters in Qing Yu Nian, but right now, I just want to remember some details.
— Wu Zhu after opening the box (Volume 3, Chapter 37, Secret of the Box 2):
"After Fan Xian's decadent figure disappeared into the rain, Wu Zhu slowly walked out from the corner, and sat down at the table in a somewhat dull manner. His fingers stroked the gun inside the box and on the table, Then he landed on the letter, and his fingers stroked lightly back and forth on the envelope, not knowing what he was thinking.
There is a slight rustling sound between the fingers and the letter paper, and a rustling sound between the rainwater and the garden grass.
The room was pitch black, and Wu Zhu was alone, sitting beside a box, the black cloth on his face softened, and a gentle expression appeared on his face. "
(While typing these words, my heart gradually softened, as if I could think of the man who was only in the dark, how my heart was beating slowly when thinking of Ye Qingmei at this moment, there was a slight throbbing pain, there were many Happiness. Those memories are overwhelming. At this moment, he and Ye Qingmei, compared to the years of memory. How much lost, scattered in the rain.
Although countless people will smile gently when thinking of Ye Qingmei, but I firmly believe that only Wuzhu is the most beautiful. This point, even the emperor, is not like this.
The love of those who rule the world will always be obliterated by these and other things. As for Wu Zhu in the past, there are only two people in this world. Pure, I don't know if it should be called friendship or love or the emotion between siblings, it is as strong as wine and lingering as wine. )
—Volume Three, Chapter Thirty-Eight: Sunshine After the Autumn Rain
"It seems that these things are imprinted with the mother's breath, this street, this house, this world, there is the smell of that woman everywhere.
The last part of the letter said: "My mother is very lonely."
…
This familiar yet unfamiliar Qing Kingdom, you are sorry for that woman named Ye Qingmei. "
(We are thrown into this lonely world, just wishing, to escape the feeling.
Ye Qingmei, Mao Ni loves you so much, you are already the happiest woman here. )
—Chapter 30 of the third volume, Qiangu Fengliu (I am afraid that no one can fail to mention this chapter, as long as anyone who has read this book):
"Fan Xian closed his eyes and took a sip of wine. To "compose" a poem, three pots of wine were exhausted, and three hundred poems came out!
In the vast palace, there seemed to be countless lights and shadows flying, gradually congealing into a picture that only he could see clearly with his eyes closed. It was the poet in the previous life, the old handsome guy and the young handsome guy in the previous life, singing lightly under the bamboo, The bed is bare belly, the breeze is blissful on the avenue in the pavilion, and weeping sadly by the river.
…
He opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at Zhuang Mohan coldly, but it seemed that he was looking at a world farther away.
"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky." Who can be more free and easy than Li Bai
"The waves are washed away, and the ancient characters will be left." Who can be more heroic than Su Shi
"Last night, the rain was dredging and the wind was sudden, and a deep sleep did not make up for the residual wine." Who can be more graceful than Li Qingzhao
…
... "Copy you M, copy you M!""
(Copying poetry is one thing, but the soul of the poet that Xiao Fan saw made me lower my eyebrows silently.
Eternal style liu, eternal style liu! Eternal style liu... )
—The following is a snippet from the new chapter I read today: Chapter 22 of Volume Four, First Entry:
"The people in Kyoto still follow the old rules and walk far away from the Overwatch Council. The stone tablet in front of the courtyard is watching those people quietly, as if saying, the courtyard is to protect you, why are you so afraid? Don't ask the people why They will be afraid of the Overwatch Council, just like the four scholars of Yang Wanli, people are always afraid of the secret spy agency for no reason, because that government office seems to have no light, and seems to have only secrets and darkness."
(I didn't know why I fell in love with this paragraph, but I realized it after I finished writing the above paragraphs: this paragraph reminded me of Ye Qingmei's "I am so lonely". Those people, silently disappeared in the time of history, In the end, nothing was left.
Then, when I wrote the above sentence, I thought of Qi Shaoqi and He Long.
How strange, just want to shed tears.
The person you want to protect may be the person who knows you the least.
This time, it was General Yuan Chonghuan who came to mind.
Bitterly sad. )
After copying the jokes, I thought of another point: it’s a bit tricky... I really like to dig holes and bury clues, and then shake a package from time to time. Oh, and one more thing, I like to play word games. For example, in the chapter "Spring of the Fourth Year of Qingli", Fujiko Kyo appeared in the book. When I reflected it, I almost died laughing. It's really not good to get used to, but unfortunately if I get used to it, I will fall in love with it. It's really me who is cheap.
After finishing the chores for today, I went to sleep contentedly.
Ye Qingmei, what kind of woman is she