For a Prosperous World

Hello everyone, if there is no accident today, there should be no update, don't rush to send the blade first, today I just want to talk to you, it should be the last time.

About a year ago, on a summer vacation before college, I took a bus home. I hope that I can earn tuition fees by myself, but it is really difficult to work part-time. I have been a flyer and a waiter, but I still miss the tuition fee. The freshman scholarship of the university will not start right away. At the beginning of school, I will ask my parents for money again.

This is something I try to avoid as much as possible, but maybe there is no way. I open the mobile phone and browse the page without a destination, and by chance I see a tweet about the battle of Changping. After reading it carefully, I had a different kind of interest in this war. Anyway, I was doing nothing, and I checked the relevant information again. For the first time, I found history so interesting.

The battle of Changping killed 400,000 people. Why did Bai Qi give such an order? Zhao Kuo talked about the soldiers, but he died in the end. Was it really unbearable? I was thinking a lot. From Changping, I thought about the long history of China. On the bus, I suddenly thought, I want to write a book about history.

I think, write about those history books. The millennium of China's extinction, the prosperous times that have appeared, and the romantic people who once stood on the banks of the river.

Compared to those, I feel that today's life is really worth cherishing. There is no war, no disaster, no disturbance. We can read all the books we want to read and can do most of the things we want to do.

And aren't these all laid down by history that is rarely seen?

I thought about Zhang Huan's dream of going through the Western Regions. I thought, Zheng He went to the west seven times, and what kind of farsightedness did he see after the waves?

Whose horses are walking along the river with the red river and the red sky? Who said that Dingyi Anbang when he wrote the letter and said it in a bone? Who is wearing a dragon robe and sitting in a golden hall, wanting Wanbang to rule?

The Allied Powers of the Eight Kingdoms once stigmatized the stigma of opening the country; the Japanese massacre in Nanjing caused people's eyes full of anger. The artillery fire crossed the ocean and bombarded our land. Who made the first roar? The bullet swept over his shoulder, and when fear dominated dignity, who was the first to stand in the direction of the muzzle?

This is a country that has just been established for less than 7 years. From the end of the war, the people are not talking about life, and now everyone has more than enough food and clothing, and it has only gone through a generation. We who grew up in peace have never experienced the flames of war, have not experienced the cruelty of death, and have not experienced the shame and sadness after despair. It was that generation who used their flesh and blood to expel the enemy. On the day of the founding of the People's Republic, I don't know if they ever wept.

That generation, despite making many mistakes, still put this country on track. At the beginning of the New Deal, they were already full of silver. In the midst of war, they, the nation that was established with flesh and blood, the nation that we built.

I want to tell it, these, try to say it and communicate it to more people.

That day, I started to write. Maybe I was too hurry. I didn't have much preparation yet. Just the imagination on the bus all the way became my reason for writing.

How can 2,000 years of history be so easily written?

I do n’t understand history and I do n’t have enough literary skills. By now, I feel that I have no initial feeling.

A reader once asked me, have you ever been moved by your character, have you cried, what were you thinking at that time?

I said, I was very happy then.

I was really happy, because at that time, I knew that I had written so little, although it was only so little, a little glorious style in history. I am also full of joy.

Some readers once said that I changed him a lot.

I replied that I was very fortunate that I was not doing something meaningless.

Really, I'm really lucky.

I remember in the comments a few days ago, someone said that I was still a college student and had no pressure from life.

My father is not working, and my mother earns 3,000 yuan a month to move goods in the city. When I did n’t pay for the papers, I did n’t know how to speak every time I asked my family for money.

I really dare not, my mother used the shoulder to resist the money a little bit, I really dare not ask for it.

Later, I had the draft fee, and I was able to support myself, and I could give the rest to my family. When I first took the money home, my parents smiled at that time, I remember it very well.

I live on campus, but I go home on weekends and they eat together. I helped wash the vegetables that day, and my mother was behind me.

She told me that every time you come back, you are so tired. If you are really tired, do n’t write. Good health is the most important thing.

I looked back at her, not knowing what to say.

She never told me she was tired, I was tired, how about her?

Every month, for my living expenses, what she did for me, she never said to me that she was tired.

I really want to make more money so that they can rest and have a good rest.

Maybe I was too sloppy to write casually.

Perhaps I was changed by money, thinking about making more money.

Gradually, I couldn't find my first feeling, I couldn't find what I wanted to write.

I know what you say.

I like to write stories. I have always liked them. I have said to almost every reader who supports me. It ’s good if you like them. I really appreciate it, even if you see piracy.

May be considered a scene, but that is really what I think in my heart.

I want to write the stories that people like to watch and the stories they want to see. People can laugh a little and feel a little touch after watching it. I can feel very happy for that.

It's a pity that I have deviated from my original idea now.

I started to have some stories that I didn't know how to continue writing so that you could laugh for one.

I'm really sorry, I'm really sorry.

My talents are not enough, and my heart is not strong enough. I can't write what I want to say. I can't write the grandeur and appearance of those great people. I can't write stories like history.

I'm really sorry ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ That's all, please accept my apology.

Just like that, sorry, I wanted to talk to you about my heart, and it turned out to be a nonsense full of paper.

This story may end here. I'm afraid I can't write well and will disappoint more people.

I have been very grateful for your support all the time, for the help that I used to support me until now.

I will take a break and find the feeling I used to write a book. After that, I may continue, or I may write new ones. At that time, I think I will be more cautious. At that time, I hope to make people laugh a little more, it can't be better.

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