Assassin He Chunxia

Chapter 90 999 lines of poetry cut me apart, the long sword is still there

The fall of martial arts is really sad.

I am the last batch of millennials. During the years I was growing up, the Internet began to develop rapidly. I witnessed the rise of traditional cultures of various countries invading each other, and the final glory of the paper age.

When I was growing up, I was exposed to the glory and the sublime, the chivalry that belonged to Europe, the Bushido of Japan, the superheroes of the United States, and I could still see chivalry.

This cultural symbol, which symbolizes romance, freedom, mountains and seas, and rivers and lakes, has declined along with the paper age as the millennials mature.

For today's teenagers, they don't know who Guo Jing and Lu Xiaofeng are, but they know Sekiro, Miyamoto Musashi, Cyberpunk 2077, and all the heroes in Marvel dc.

Martial arts, dim fire.

"Dark Fire" is a novel written by Nabokov. The main body of the novel is a 999-line autobiographical poem composed of a heroic double rhyme by the poet Sid. Index, deconstructed a story completely different from this poem.

This novel is particularly interesting, the truth, whether the truth is the original autobiographical poem, or a story interpreted by others, or there is another truth, the poems and comments are interpretations.

The story structure of "Thorn He" will be a little cooler than this book, all in all.
How to pretend to be advanced.

Haha, just kidding.But the book "Thorn He" can stand up to such scrutiny.

I like simplicity, tenderness, freedom, romance, these things do not mean not profound.The expression that can be explained in a simple way is precisely the deepest profoundness.

Anyway, I was trying very hard to write like this, but everyone seems to only understand romance, and then call me crazy.

Why write those wild imaginations?Those traditional myths that are re-architected and rewritten?That inexplicable future world?

Jin Guliang and Wenhuang, all the seniors, write with chivalrous spirit, as if standing on a high mountain.

Climbing a mountain is too difficult, there are immortals, there are fantasy, you can climb the cloud and nine layers of heaven, you can open the mountain with one sword, and you can break the mountains and rivers. Why climb the mountain?
I want to climb, I want to step out another way, and stand on the top of the mountain holding the rose that belongs only to me.

There is no road ahead, and the thorns are dense. I don't know what to do. I can only use my imagination as a long sword and hold it to cut through the thorns.

"Thorn Ho" is that rose, it will be unique, only my rose.

Today's martial arts will only become more and more declining. Without readers, there will be no good authors, and without good authors, good imaginative works will not be produced.Today's martial arts works are all relying on the flow of Shuangwen, Xianxia, ​​Zhutian, and film and television, which are simple formulas that can be used.

It's not shabby to earn money.

It's just that there must be a writer who can imaginatively, can create new ideas, can break the game, and write well to support the dim fire of martial arts.

Is this guy an asshole?With such strength, what's wrong with writing something?Why do you want to rot to death with the martial arts.Isn't money delicious?Isn't it fragrant?

No one is willing to be a stinky idiot, and martial arts are also rotten bit by bit.

This can't be done, then I'll do it.

I really like money, what's wrong with having money?What's wrong with being famous?Lao Tzu built a big yard, planting trees in one corner, drinking tea in one corner, and planting lotus flowers in one pond, how cool, right?It’s just that there is no such thing, and there is no such thing as no. Live well, life is something that requires hard work, and strive to solve all kinds of adversity brought about by no name and no money.

I lived on the fringes of society for a few years, and I could endure the hardships of life.I started to be bloody and crazy when I was a teenager. I cut off my relationship with my family. I don't want your stinky money, I want a free life!

And then hit hard by life.

At that time in Wuhan, Chuhe Han Street, I gave the last few steel coins on my body to an old man who scavenged waste, and holding six cans of beer, I walked up to the rooftop on the 23rd floor.

It's not that you have any perverted thoughts, that is, when you are in a difficult time, you will only keep your head down and try to move forward to live, you will not look up, you will not look at the night sky, you will not look at the stars and the moon, because You are not qualified.

The burden of life is on your shoulders, and you are not even qualified to look up at the stars.

After drinking my beer, I honestly went downstairs and went to the East Lake for a bike ride the next day.There is a section of East Lake, with lake water on both sides. It is really beautiful to see the water on both sides.I was riding up and down that road, imagining myself as a waterfowl skimming the lake, and one day I was going to fly high, high in the sky.

I think I will be a very good writer. I know that my articles are worth a few dollars, and I can write good things.

Like my work, its literary value and artistry blablabla
Hahahaha.

I have been practicing martial arts for ten years.

I will use my most youthful and graceful ten years to do what I love.

I have already thought about how I will fail ten years later, with Erlang's legs crossed, singing Nanyin, and bragging with my child, don't look at your father's mediocrity, it's all because of the world's lack of vision. Haven't met Bole yet.

Hahaha, actually met, read here, but also willing to love martial arts readers.

you.

we.

In the history of martial arts, what moved me the most was that Mr. Jin Yong sealed the pen and invited Gu Long, and Mr. Gu Long took over the layout and wrote "The Legend of Lu Xiaofeng".

"The martial arts class, I took it."

That's a really nice word.

I grew up in the information age, and I really don't have much contact with traditional things, but I have only been a Taoist priest for a few years.

In the traditional culture that I have come into contact with, more than 90% of the things are dross, involving feudal superstition, more than 99%.

But I believe that the good things left by our ancestors will not die, but will be passed down to the world in a different way.

Wuxia is in this one percent.

It is something tender and romantic in the dark reality.

That's the title. It cuts me apart as a millennial. I have no culture and no knowledge. They are all traces of foreign cultural invasion, 999 lines of poetry, your name, arrogance and arrogance. Prejudice and Zombies.

It's just that I still have one thing. Is it his most traditional, free, romantic, and most other things.

In Lao Tzu's heart, the long sword is still there.

I took the martial arts class.

(End of this chapter)