My name is Zheng Qinglu,
Watching costume dramas in primary school, I often "walk into the drama" in my mind, wearing elegant dresses and experiencing love, hate and resentment with the protagonist;
In middle school, I fell in love with reading long-lasting words, falling in love with Tang poetry and Song lyrics, falling in love with writing calligraphy, and falling in love with all the ways that seemed to lead to that kind of time...
In the year after I finished the college entrance examination, I decided to write a classical Chinese novel that was full of life propositions that she had thought deeply about for eighteen years. I constructed a world that seemed both real and imaginary, and the two protagonists were both burdened with their own heavy responsibilities and fates - this was my vision.
However, before the story progressed far, she found that she could not continue writing. The burden on the shoulders of the protagonist is too heavy, which is inconsistent with my own casual character, and is beyond the power of my eighteen years of experience...
Just when I was about to give up, I was suddenly shocked to find that I had experienced what I had dreamed about day and night when I was a child - traveling to that time and space.
Intention: Knowing the illusion, but still fascinated by it