"Three Thousand Long Dreams" is my first novel. The characters in the book have stayed with me in my mind for four years. It will not satisfy everyone, but it will be a work that I have a clear conscience.
What I did before it was born is not worth mentioning. There are only some marks that can be looked back on. They are compiled in this collection. Those who are interested can read it before going to bed. One chapter is a complete article.
The style of each period is different. If the writing is not good, it is not good, but it doesn't matter. Babies are wrinkled when they are born. Because of this, the beauty of growth is even more heartbreaking.
Short story 1 "Where is the old friend": an ancient style light novel, an extension of the story of the audio monster song "The Musical Musician", a brief encounter between the ghost of the palace and the trapped musical instrument player. A gorgeous and melancholy guqin music, which brings out the ancient style of literary youth.
Short Story 2 "The Thorn of Wang Huohuo": A modern story of trace monsters and ghosts. The spirits of the locust tree in the hometown have been silently bonded to each other for many years, but once they repay their kindness, they disappear like smoke. The faint fragrance of locust trees wafts from my childhood home, which reminds me of homesickness.
Short Story 3 "The Last Sentence": A soft science fiction story about a man and a parrot, interspersed with the loss of family ties. The great silence of science fiction under an old Hong Kong song suddenly struck a lonely migrant worker in a foreign land.
Short Story 4 "What is True": The story of an old corrupt official who takes a liar as his daughter, the fragile and lonely familial bond between the criminal and the criminal. A sigh that comes back from half a lifetime full of loneliness, a derivative work of "Mao Liar".
Short Story 5 "Letter to Sylvia": The story of the lonely painter and the deceased martyr, with a shallow affection that has been separated by many years, and regrets that are dispersed in the wind. A stack of letters that have been delayed for many years and a boy who never fades away, he wrote it after visiting a Miyazaki Hayao-style anime movie in his dream.
Intention: Looking to the northwest, where is the hometown? To the southeast, how many times will the moon be full?
