Mr. Liu is in a good mood today, hehe, someone told me, I am afraid, because writing is like drawing a circle. You have to finish drawing the circle before you can make the circle beautiful. If you want to draw the circle beautifully, you have to draw more. You are not a compass.
Pay attention! There is nothing about strange power or chaos in the article, there are no bizarre assassinations, or dangerous self-rescues. I went to live in the Qing Dynasty, not to explore. Friends who want to read unrealistic stories like Robinson Crusoe, please detour. What I have is a soul that does not belong here. The helplessness of being unable to do anything in the battle of Kowloon, the sadness of seeing things happen but being unable to stop them.
I don't think my writing is very good or my plot is great. I just want to restore the Fourth Master. The Fourth Master in history. A large number of Qing Dynasty novels describe him as either infatuated, sometimes sentimental, sometimes ruthless, or deliberately indifferent. He speaks no more than five sentences at a time, and no sentence exceeds a few words. That's not him, that's a piece of wood.
When you read his Zhu's review of his Dayijue Milu, you will find that there is no clear and complete book written about him, and they are all just fragments of him.
And I don't dare to say that I can do it. Even though I can't achieve it, I long for it and work hard.
History is like a pool of clear water. We scoop up a handful and get a handful, but it will flow away from our fingers after a while. Then we lean over the water. Is it you, me, or someone else reflected in the water?
I'm rolling around asking for a book review!~~~~~Biting the sheets!~~~You can't read the Bawang novel...