Flowers Bloom Here
My first acquaintance with Longan originated from Dihuang, but it was actually a coincidence that I found out about Dihuang.
To me, the feeling of reading has always been difficult to compare.
It is somewhat like eating, in that instant, when I desire to read, I will definitely be filled with modesty. It is also like sleeping, when I lie down, I will be filled with old thoughts, when I wake up, I will be filled with anticipation and longing. When I finish reading the last word of the book, it is as if I have woken up from a sweet dream, full of vitality again. What is interesting is that sometimes, it is also like a kind of battle, arguing for the character I love, defending the author I love …
So, when I saw Dihuang, I was very happy. Even if it was just a brief introduction, I still could not suppress my joy. It was not like the current popular vernacular that looks foolish, unattractive words, it was truly rare to see the white snow of spring, it was engraved in an instant with silk and brush strokes.
In the end, the tears that flowed with the wind, the dimples that appeared in her eyes, the bloody past that she did not dare to touch, and the lost sigh … It was as if her heart had aged along with it. Then, it was filled to the brim with incomparable satisfaction.
So, regarding Longan's words, she could not stop.
After looking at Dihuang, she turned back to meet Yan Qing. Suddenly, she could not help but sourly admit that she had come late. However, she was still happy. Even though she was late, it was still better than never meeting. Longan, meeting you, meeting your words, it is really good.
From Di Huang to Yan Qing and now to Fu Yao, the longan has created a grand momentum for us. It has engraved a lingering sweetness for us. I don't know how to describe this kind of touching feeling. I always feel that my eyes will emit a warm multicolored light. I will hear a faint sound that transcends the ancient times. It seems as though a slender shadow is running through my heart, disturbing my thoughts. Even after it has left, it still lingers for a long time …
But I understand, these feelings are always a kind of happiness.
Because, in Longan's words, in Longan's story, there is love and hate, there is the struggle of the world map, there is the beautiful dream of the world, there is also the suffering and wandering that cannot be missed and refused to face. She used her way, her pen, to tirelessly tell us, towards the storm that is destined to happen, simply relying on a dam of wishful thinking, is unable to avoid disaster. I like to call it, the suffering in fairy tales.
In fairy tales, there were also sufferings. This was a kind of happiness that came from enlightenment.
Some people say, when someone falls in love with you, give them the best; if you fall in love with someone else, give them what they want the most.
We fell in love with you, so we gave you our most precious heart to follow and our undying passion; you loved us, so we gave us the words and stories we longed for the most. I don't need to say much about the many hardships we suffered during this period.
So, you as the author, we as the readers, admit it, we are in love.
You understand my intentions, I am deeply moved by Jun Lian.
I think for all of us, this is the most precious existence.
It was still the same sentence, "Longan, meeting you, meeting your words, how good."
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[Speechless, staring at the sky, pretending to be deep in thought.]
Alright, when I saw His Majesty's reply yesterday, I felt that I was bullying him, so I gave up on the long comment that I had originally planned to write. Instead, I wrote something that looked like a statement of my feelings to express my sincerity.
When I was writing, I always felt that my words were incoherent, all kinds of confusion, there were many things I wanted to say, but I didn't know how to say them. [Sigh] So after I finished writing this article, I really didn't know what to say. [Continue to sigh]
I'm thinking that no matter how much the author tries to make it perfect, there will always be readers who feel that something isn't right. That's what it means to be picky. But looking at the huge crowd of readers following behind you, I think Longan will be happy. That's because the eyes of the masses are still brighter. [Swish swish swish, sunglasses reflecting light ~]
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