
Mingyue Dao
明月刀
- Status
- Completed
- Length
- 35k Words
- Genre
- Ancient Romance
- Audience
- Female
- Subgenre
- Hot-Blooded Jianghu
- Updated
- 3y ago
- Source
- Qidian
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"The sea is ups and downs, the moon is weeping"
I wrote this book for two purposes. One is to pay tribute to Mr. Jin Yong and promote the chivalrous spirit. My relationship with martial arts began here. I have read fifteen books, which have greatly inspired me and given me a new perspective and new understanding of the world, people, achievements, love, etc. My husband said: "A great chivalrous person serves the country and the people." In this regard, I hope that more people with lofty ideals who have feelings for family and country will emerge in this society and pass on our positive energy. The second is for the person in my heart. I have a deep admiration for her. It has been six years now, but I know that I do not have the qualifications and ability to pursue her. I can only send all my love to the pen and ink, which can be regarded as the comfort of my soul. "The Moon Sword" has seven chapters in total. It is not long and can be a novella. When I was writing this book, my history teacher saw it. My husband was nearly sixty years old, but he was open-minded. He thought that my writing was not bad and encouraged me to continue writing. I was very grateful. I originally thought that this book would be lost before it was created, but I didn't expect that my husband would treat me like this. So I stayed true to my original intention and finished writing it. When I write about some plots, I imagine the reality, both for her and me, and I will cry. Alas, maybe I am too sentimental. Finally, I attach a poem I wrote for "Ming Yue Knife": "Nan Kezi" When I wake up to the moon reflected in the south window, the clouds roll in the west style, and the overtones in the dream are still there, blowing the crazy hearts of the past. I think about my husband's affairs again, and then I caress about the world. Xijiang Nanpu was a shadow of the past, but now the yellow volume is back and weeping silently.