Flowers Fall and Return in Spring

I have always loved martial arts novels. I have tried to write for a long time, but I am always confused about the realm of Xia... I have always been nourished by the novels of my predecessors, and I am often moved by many small moments. When Li Xunhuan held A Fei's hand, when Xiao Shiyilang's tears fell on the back of Feng Siniang's hand, when Fu Hongxue met Zhou Wei, when Huamanlou listened to the sound of flowers blooming alone in the building, I really seemed to see the buds finally blooming after struggle... What I love the most is Gu Long, but I can never describe his artistic conception, the feeling of tears floating in the eyes when smiling, the feeling of inadvertently touching the softest part of the heart, the artistic conception and pictures that seem unattainable and yet within reach, although most of his characters are repressed and tragic, which resemble too much of life. While drinking and singing, behind the fame and glory is the dawn wind and waning moon on the willow bank. It is beautiful, but it always has a trace of desolation. Suddenly I remembered what another person I like very much said: We work hard and we struggle, but there are always some perfect moments in life. This is the meaning of life. It doesn't matter whether we can live a happy life from now on. So as long as you have seen the blooming of flowers, as long as you have seen the tears of true love, as long as you have been touched by purity, whether it will last forever is no longer so important. So, I write, hoping to leave a mark that moved me when I imagined it. Conception: