Ten Years of Sword Making

I was twenty-five years old, and I didn't finish junior high school, so I plunged into the human world early. I experienced the dust at the construction site, the gears on the assembly line, the rusty scrap metal at the scrapyard, the endless shifts in the factory, and the suffering at the bottom of the world. Countless late nights spent alone in silence, a vast universe grew in my heart. I want to write a book called "Physics of All Beings in the Universe". There are no mindless counterattack routines, only the desires, struggles, and choices of all living beings; it explores the absolute shackles of zero and one, pursues the thousands of variables represented by "two", and writes down the backbone of humankind and the way of mortals. While working to make a living, he is building the universe. The cycle goes on and on, planning to forge a sword in ten years. This is not a fantasy novel, this is a realistic autobiography of the creator. It records that I started out as a truck driver and a low-level worker, collected all kinds of things in the world, built a complete world view, and polished the plot of Dinghai Shenzhen; I competed between desires and ideals, and persevered in loneliness and expectation. In fantasy, there is a human emperor, a spine sword, a wooden sword of original intention, and a decisive battle between the heavens; in reality, there are only running, tired, countless ordinary people, and an ordinary person who refuses to give up his dream of writing. When I am in my mid-thirties and the chapter on the world has come to an end, I will look back and review the long road I have traveled in the past ten years.