The Battle of Wujiang

Thank you for the correction, Ba Ren! This is my first time writing, and I hope you will generously offer your guidance! Hehe, may I ask if "Big Back Basket" and "Little Back Basket" are synonymous? I think both Ba Ren and Qian Ren refer to it as a "back basket," haha. When I first saw your name, I assumed you were from Sichuan. At first, reading your work felt like walking on thin ice. Speaking of "Back Basket," I later listened to Song Zuying's song "Little Back Basket" repeatedly. It truly reminded me of my childhood and the scenes of my hometown. "Big Back Basket, carrying me as a child… Now I'm alone in a foreign land, a stranger in a strange land, and every time I hear the familiar accent, I feel a pang of sadness!" Besides the story itself, I value your "Pre-Published Chapters" and the final chapters even more. I can see the sincerity, authenticity, and intensity of your emotions there, and I can imagine that you are as genuine and simple as your writing—a rare quality in the world of novels. I think, if it were me, it would be incredibly difficult to express such heartfelt emotions so vividly. Okay, I've digressed too much. Let's get back to the novel. Best wishes for a successful book, and I look forward to your new work! Finally, I don't have much to express my gratitude, so a stamp or something would be a small token. Best regards!

Ba people, I've arrived. What should I say? Let me give you an acrostic poem: Heaven sends down a wise man to assist the sage, Cold red peach blossoms flutter down. To know my true name, Many thanks to the wise lord who has upheld my way. Soaring through the sky, unstoppable, Clothes worn on Cold Food Day.

I've always felt that the most legendary aspect of this book lies in its origin. It's the shortest chapter (excluding the pile of sick notes), yet it took me the longest and I read it the most times. I couldn't resist scribbling a poem: Butterfly Loves Flowers – A Legend A wondrous text arises in a chaotic world, Panhu becomes a river, a cave locks the ambition of Danfu. Surpassing even the jade pearls bestowed by heaven, neither picture nor words, what can it resemble? A madman, nameless, moored here, a half-drunk drunkard, with discerning eyes, glimpsed the lost history. Letting the legend unfold on a single page, a grand dream of a thousand autumns begins.

I wholeheartedly agree with what the senior author said: it's far more difficult to be liked by one person in real life than by many people online. Life is always hurried and restless; writing isn't about pleasing others, but about a peaceful dialogue with one's own life. A person's writing can reflect their soul, which is often more authentic than reality itself. The senior author's writing is unadorned yet seems meticulously crafted, flowing smoothly yet intricately conceived. As a female reader, I naturally feel compelled to admire this male-oriented novel that I can actually enjoy.

I admire the master!

May you have peace and prosperity forever

Brother, I'm back! Are you still writing? My book has been taken offline; my new book is a fantasy.

Ba Ren, it's been two years, time to start a new book.

Good afternoon, my friend. Sending you twenty votes in support.

Merry Christmas Eve!