Water Culture of Jianan Irrigation System: the Past,

Chapter 1 Preface Falling from the Dreaming Clouds to the Mortal World

There's an immunology and rheumatology physician on my show.He has practiced medicine for 30 years, when he saw my hands, he said: "Oh, your hands should have degenerative arthritis, did you do too much housework?"

I laugh out loud.

I'm not that virtuous.I am a person who likes to be "outside the master". For housework, I can let the virtuous do it for me, and I usually don't do it.I never believed in the idea that mopping floors or washing dishes will help you lose weight.

I am not good at housework than women of my age.

This is because my grandmother dotes on me very much.She thinks that it is enough for me to study hard. Girls will have to work hard after they get married, and they don't have to start working hard since they were young.

"But, you are an overused hand." He said, the joints of his fingers were slightly swollen, which seemed to be overworked.

Yes, for a while, I woke up with stiff fingers.

I laughed, and I knew why, and it was all because of the writing.

In the early years, when I used a pen to write without a computer, my right middle finger was crooked, which was caused by holding the pen too hard for too long.

18 years ago, I switched to a computer, and I can type very fast with both hands.I use the Cangjie input method, which can be imagined for a long time.For a while, I was afraid that this ancient input method would disappear, so how should I survive the difficult period of adaptation?
Of course, the iPhone is also responsible.It's not because I type for too long, but I often use it to play games to eliminate the emotions of working for a long time.

I said to the doctor, "Well, although it's the same degenerative arthritis, the reason I got is special, definitely different."

Osteoarthritis?God, have I reached this level yet?I'm an hyperactive adult, I'm busy every day, I really don't know that time flies by, and I don't know that old age is coming.

Speaking of these openings, I seldom feel my fingers stiff in the morning.

Because these days are the days when I write the least.

For many years, I imitated Wang Xianzhi's spirit of writing a tank of water, and wrote an average of about 20 words a day.I have written more than a million words.Until last year, I still maintained the habit of writing an average of more than [-] words per year.

Recently, I have entered the so-called blank period for the first time.Half a year ago, I even quit my job as a columnist.

When I was young, I loved writing so much that I didn't know that I would be so lazy one day.

There are several reasons, the main reason: there is a young child in the family.

I have to put her to sleep, and I can't bear to let her out of sight.There is no way to say to her: "Mom can't play with you, I'm going to write a manuscript."

I used to hear people say that children are writer killers.Well, now that I think about it, I am right.

Although I am willing.

She goes to bed late. If I have been working all day and have to write at my desk in the middle of the night, it would be too cruel to myself.I don't want to whiten my hair and burn out the fat of life before the child grows up.

I've never been one to be hard on myself.Although, I always hope that I can meet certain standards.

On the days when I am not writing, I sometimes feel as if something is missing, but in exchange for some freedom.

Writing, writing, I have been enslaved by you for a long time.There are other specialties in being enslaved to the point of forgetting oneself.

Just let me take a break!I say so to myself.

It seems that I have lost something, and I feel a little empty and sad occasionally, but I am not a masochist, but it is actually quite comfortable.

Most authors have some bad writing habits, and I do too.For example, writing a manuscript while drinking whiskey, such as staying up late-I don’t have many bad habits, and I think my mood is normal than that of ordinary writers, but now I have quit everything I can.

No longer rely so much on the aroma of wine.

Recently, the Times (Taiwan Times Culture Publishing Company) will publish this book, which gave me the opportunity to review my writing career.

"Falling in Love with a 300-Year-Old Girl" (Editor's Note: It was renamed "Three Lives II" when it was published) and "A Lover in 29 and a Half Minutes" were works before I became a so-called best-selling author. At that time, I was only 25 years old. age.

When I was writing "Three Lives Three Worlds", I wandered in Europe and made a living by writing. This book sold for 5 Taiwan dollars (about 1 RMB), which enabled me to have living expenses in France and enable me to have enough food and clothing in the world .

When I wrote "A Lover in 29 and a Half Minutes", I had just returned to Taiwan, and I was still unemployed, and my life was very at a loss.

Few readers have read these two books, which have been frozen for at least 20 years.

I don't even have those two books handy.

I was very surprised when the editor of The Times mentioned that these two books were going to be republished.I thought to myself, do I have the face to publish works so long ago?

I am a person who insists on "there is no need to look back at the past", because my life has always been fresh, fulfilling and full of exciting challenges, and I have no leisure to look back.I'm a not too sentimental writer (although I was) with a gritty social fit.The funny thing is, when I was re-reading the manuscript as my own reader, I said to my 25-year-old self, actually, the story you wrote is quite good.

I read the manuscript in one go.

I know I can't write a novel like this now.My heart is getting older, sinking, and hardening, and the distinction between love and hate is less clear.

Feeling good-looking may come from feeling good about yourself.

But as a person who volunteers to write, the power to survive depends on feeling good about himself.

I like these two stories very much, and I don't think you will fall asleep many times because of reading this book.

I saw myself at the age of 25, which was completely different from the me now. At that time, I was still determined to be a pure literature writer, and I thought I was the temperamental heroine of literary novels.I asked myself in a daze, how did so many years pass away?The answer, the answer, lies in the unfathomable wind.

The only good thing is that I fell from the dreamy cloud into the mortal world, but fortunately my steps are getting lighter and lighter.

(End of this chapter)