Night’s Nomenclature

Climbing a mountain, watching a snow, chasing a dream.

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A senior author told me.

Every work of an author is actually a life that he has missed.

Every author who has a desire to talk needs to open every pore of himself and breathe his own life in order to impress the audience.

So such a writer is destined to suffer.

In this book, there are my dreams and my life.

There is pain etched in my bones when I was growing up.

I also have a dream that I have always had.

If it is said that the big player is my dream of realizing my life, then now it is Dream Realization 2.0.

While writing the first three chapters, when I wrote "What would you do if you only had the last two hours of your life".

I'm actually thinking about this myself.

It's not that I'm going to die, but I'm thinking about how to face life and my own works.

When writing this night's nomenclature, I refined the content over and over again as never before, and what you have seen has basically undergone more than two revisions.

Make your content better, make your sentences smoother, and make the picture easier to resonate.

I've been carefree for 30 years, but this time, I've never been better.

Although I know that my writing style is average, even if I try so hard, Ye's writing style of nomenclature can only be regarded as passing.

But I had a great time writing this book.

Watching Qingchen calmly face the world, I am very happy, I also want to have a teacher like Uncle Li, and I also have a life that I want to restart.

But you and I both know it's impossible.

So, if this book really has a theme, it is please follow me in a dream.

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Here, allow me to put a paragraph I wrote before, it fits my current state of mind very well.

In my senior year of high school, I worked very hard.

I go to bed at 12 o'clock every day, the lights in the bedroom are turned off at 9.40, I do math problems with a flashlight, and simulate the college entrance examination for three years in five years.

From 4.30 in the morning, stand under the school street lights and recite history and politics.

I read English aloud and wrote compositions that I thought were brilliant.

I worked hard like a chicken blood, trying to get into a good university in one breath.

But a year later, I only got 535 points in the test, and I got a second book. I couldn't even understand the last two big questions on the math paper.

From then on I knew that I was really just an ordinary person.

In fact, this perception is quite shocking.

On the eve of the college entrance examination, I wiped the blackboard alone in the classroom and sang the hero song loudly.

Maybe I'll never feel that wanton feeling again in my life.

After I started writing the nomenclature of the night, my routine began to turn day and night upside down.

Code words all night at night, and it is completely random when you can fall asleep during the day.

The content of 6,000 words every day, I changed over and over again.

I kept revising, even if I was tired, I put on my headphones to find the feeling, and revised the chapters until I was satisfied.

Even if that's just my own level of satisfaction.

Today I told my wife that it's only been a month since I started, and I can't seem to take it anymore.

However, after waking up from sleep, he still sat in front of the computer full of energy, examining the content of yesterday and thinking about the content of the future.

I know that my reading volume is actually not as good as many authors, and I also know that my writing is at best a pass.

The question is when do you realize that you are a normal human being?

But what I'm trying to say is, even if you realize you're a normal person, don't give up.

If time goes back to the summer of 2007.

I still only get 4 and a half hours of sleep a day.

I will still stand under the streetlights and back politics and history.

If the time goes back to 2015, I will still turn on the computer and type down the story that belongs to me.

Before the college entrance examination, I would sing songs while wiping the blackboard.

And then into that life that belongs to me.

Maybe I'm destined to be ordinary, but I don't care.

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After the king spared his life, before that.

Many people say that Elbow is just a funny writer. Elbow will fall silent soon after a book hits the street.

However, everything I put into this book has paid off.

Before the launch of Baimeng, it also broke a record in the history of the starting point two days ago.

Maybe I can break a new record soon.

A few years have passed, and I still stand here and tell my story seriously. I wonder if those who have slandered me and abused me have disappeared in the long river of time.

For me, I just want to prove time and time again that I am actually a good writer who can tell stories, a dedicated writer, and an author who is not perfunctory.

I don't know how long I can write, and how many more stories I can write, but I hope that every step I take is progress.

I can't judge whether the story is good or not, but I can judge that I really tried my best.

Still that sentence, don't forget the original intention, time will give me the answer.

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forever young.

Always sincere.

Always young and always eager to embark on a new journey.

I hope that this time, you will accompany me on this journey.

Climbing a mountain, watching a snow, chasing a dream.