Chapter 275: 366 chapters, a stubborn tree

366 chapters, a stubborn tree

366 chapters, a stubborn tree…

――――Walking with Love Part Ten

(I want to say a few words to friends, while writing a novel.

What is a novel? The minor says, "Fine grains become weeds," street talk, its trivial words— that's it.

Ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, the definitions of novels are countless; who is right or wrong___ just like the birds in the forest, the argument never ends.

Moreover, the argument continues.

Some people, because they know a few more characters, have read a few more years of books, or have lived a few more years, then put on airs and act as instructors, with an authoritative posture, pointing fingers— saying this writing is not Eastern, that is not Western.

Even worse, they also use many abusive words.

I don't know what their intention is.

You are Cao Xueqin, Luo Guanzhong, Shi Nai'an, Wu Cheng'en's……?

Are you Jin Yong's disciple? Hemingway's disciple……

Could it be that you only came back after winning the Nobel Prize in Literature?

Otherwise, how would you know that this writing is not a novel, that writing is not fantasy?

If you write fantasy, then just be mysterious, just be illusory!

Why do you meddle in others' affairs?

If many people click on your work, then go collect royalties and invite friends out for a meal……

Then you would try every means, think of ways to thank and repay those who read your work. Or you would just write your work well— how could you possibly start meddling in others' affairs?

You are an instructor? Afraid no one knows your great name? Okay, I already know—I, although I am reading your work (I don't know if it's your masterpiece? Can't tell it's yours!), but I absolutely will not worship you as………!

Please also don't …………

What I write is not what you have in mind, not to your liking, then you just …………

………Life is but a dream………In the dream**………Midnight dream returns to an empty void………Life is like chasing the wind………Life is but a play………In the play there are joy and sorrow…………

Who is playing with life? Who is so depressed? Lacking spirit?

I………I………I………I, I am I, I am I, or I…………

How about it? Do you manage……………?

I remember when I was young reading the Four Books and Five Classics, I often took the 'Book of Documents' from the Five Classics as a novel――――

You see, "He said, 'Let us look to the ancient Emperor Yao…… Month, the illustrious…… Being reverent, being bright, being literary, being thoughtful, being peaceful, peaceful…… Being sincerely respectful, capable of yielding, reaching above and below, capable of manifesting virtuous excellence, to be close to the nine clans…… The nine clans being harmonious, regulating the common people. The people are bright and clear, harmonizing all states…………

I often mistook the Classic of Documents for fantasy.

Because I couldn't understand, my head got dizzy from reading, my heart got annoyed from reading, I didn't know what the ancients were saying. But the less I understood, the more I wanted to read, read, read……

Although I didn't see Yan Ruyu, nor did I see the golden house……

But I still want to read, read, read……

Why is this? Because "you have your thoughts, I have my thoughts."

My thought―― a stubborn tree, its roots and stems firmly grasping traditional soil, its branches straining to stretch upward…….

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(Please don't leave, I still have something to say――――Wishing you friends good luck every day, every day a good mood!)