Nomenclature of Night

Climb a mountain, watch a snow, chase a dream.

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A senior author told me.

Every work of an author is actually a life he has missed.

Every author who has the desire to talk needs to open every pore of his own and breathe his own life when creating, in order to impress the audience.

So such an author is destined to be painful.

In this book, there are my dreams and my life.

There is the pain carved in my bones when I was growing up.

There are also dreams I have always had.

If I say that the big players are my dreams of my life, then it is Realization 2.0 now.

When I wrote the first three chapters, when I wrote "If you only had the last two hours left in your life, what would you do?"

I actually think about this problem in my heart.

It's not that I'm going to die, but I'm thinking about how to face life and my own works.

When writing this night’s naming technique, I refined the content over and over again as never before. What you have seen has basically undergone more than two revisions.

Make your content better, make your own sentences more fluent, and make the picture more resonant.

I have been careless for thirty years, but this time I have never been better.

Although I know that my writing style is mediocre, even if I work so hard, Ye's naming technique writing style can only be considered a pass.

But I wrote this book very happily.

Seeing Qing Chen calmly facing the world, I am very happy. I also want to have a teacher like Uncle Li, and I also have a life that I want to restart.

But you and I both know this is impossible.

So, if there is really any theme in this book, then please follow me in a dream.

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Here, let me put a paragraph I wrote before, it fits my current state of mind very well.

In my senior year of high school, I worked very hard.

I go to bed at 12 o'clock every day, the lights in the dormitory are off at 9.40, I use a flashlight to do math problems, and simulate the five-year college entrance examination for three years.

Starting from 4.30 in the morning, stand under the school street lamp and recite history and politics.

I read English aloud and write essays that I think I am very literary.

I worked as hard as I did, trying to get a good college entrance exam.

But a year later, I didn't get 535 points on the test, and I got a second book. I couldn't even understand the last two major questions of the math paper.

From then on, I knew that I was really an ordinary person.

In fact, this kind of cognition is quite shocking.

On the eve of the college entrance examination, I was wiping the blackboard alone in the classroom, singing the heroic song loudly.

Maybe I won't feel that wanton feeling again in my life.

After starting to write the nomenclature of night, my work and rest began to reverse day and night completely.

Overnight codewords at night, at what time during the day can fall asleep completely revolving.

I changed the content of 6,000 words a day over and over again.

I kept refining, even if I was tired, I would wear headphones to find the feeling, and repair the chapters until I was satisfied.

Even if it's just my level of satisfaction.

Today I told my wife that it has only been a month, and I seem to be a little unable to carry it.

However, after waking up, I still sat in front of the computer full of energy, scrutinizing the content of yesterday and conceiving the content of the future.

I know that my reading is not as good as many authors, and I know that writing can only be considered a pass at best.

The question is when did you realize that you are actually an ordinary person.

But what I want to say is, even if you realize that you are an ordinary person, don't give up.

If time goes back to the summer of 2007.

I still only sleep for 4 and a half hours a day.

I will still stand under the street light and carry politics and history.

If the time goes back to 2015, I will still turn on the computer and type out the story that belongs to me.

Before the college entrance examination, I would sing songs while cleaning the blackboard.

Then walk into the life that belongs to me.

Maybe I am destined to be ordinary, but I don't care.

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After the king had spared his life, before that.

Many people say that the elbow is just a funny author, and the elbow will soon fall silent when the book is on the street.

However, everything I paid for this book has been rewarded.

Before being put on the shelves, Baimeng also broke a record since the beginning of history in the first two days.

Maybe, I will be able to break a new record soon.

A few years later, I still stand here to tell my story seriously. I wonder if those who have slandered and abused me have been wiped out in the long river of time.

For me, I just want to prove again and again that I am actually a good writer who can tell stories, a dedicated writer, and a non-perfunctory writer.

I don't know how long I can write, and I can write a few more stories, but I hope that every step I make is progress.

Whether the story is good or not, I can't judge myself, but I can judge that I really tried my best.

Still the same sentence, don't forget the original intention, time will give me the answer.

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It will be on the shelves tonight. It's time to check an author's performance.

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Forever young.

Always sincere.

Always young, always eager to embark on a new journey.

I hope that this time, you will accompany me through this journey again.

Climb a mountain, watch a snow, chase a dream.