On this cool autumn day, the sun suddenly shone brightly.
When I finished reading 《Empress Fu Yao》, my heart was indeed conflicted, as if I had thousands of words to say, but in the end, I was speechless. When it was time for the evening self-study session, I trampled on countless pieces of manuscript paper. They were all drawing circles. Yi Ling: I'm drawing circles to curse you guys, curse you guys to be safe and happy in the future. Haha!) Suddenly, I started to write a review. At that time, I just felt that if I didn't say or write something, I would definitely die of depression. Only when I finished writing, did I suddenly realize that this was the first long review in my life.
But I really didn't expect to receive Longan's reply and affirmation. When I saw Longan's reply, I had a very wonderful feeling, as if my eyes had suddenly lit up, large patches of mountain flowers bloomed one after another, with a kind of brilliant and gorgeous posture in front of me. Even now, a day later, when I picked up my pen again, the smile on my lips did not diminish.
This bright and sunny afternoon, here I am, using the most pious posture to recall the first time we met and touched. Actually, I have collected 《Empress Phoenix》 for a long time, but I have never read it. As for how I finally opened 《Empress Phoenix》, I have already forgotten. I only remember when I first read it, Chang Ge put on half of her makeup to meet Wen Chang, I involuntarily felt a heavy feeling, sighing at what kind of unparalleled wisdom, the path of revenge of a woman who was unparalleled under the heavens. At that time, Longan's description was obscure and difficult, I also had a kind of illusion of opening the heavy door of history in the midst of the silence, the heavy and oppressive feeling made it hard for me to breathe.
I originally thought that this was Longan's style, but I suddenly realized, Longan was unexpectedly in the midst of the desolation and dust, blooming pure white flowers, the persistence of knowing and protecting each other, when one's heart was filled with cold despair, one would discover that there was actually still warmth, and thus one would be able to persevere.
And then, it was 《Empress Fu Yao》. The stories that Longan wrote for us, were never only about a few people, not only about love. Those men and women, each and every one of them were fresh, real, full and special, they all had their own perseverance and beliefs, even if they were not that positive, they were not inferior. The memories of kinship, friendship, love, knowing and protecting each other, faith, perseverance and sacrifice, did not age with the passage of time, but stopped in the night sky, in a peaceful manner, eternal.
Longan, thank you for your story, and thank you even more for using your story to let me truly understand, hard work and perseverance, in life, is so important. After 《Empress Fu Yao》 ended, I will not continue to pursue it for the time being, I will use the hard work and perseverance that I have learned, and I will to do.
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