Nomenclature of Night

　　 Climb a mountain, watch a snow, chase a dream.

　　……

　　 A senior author told me.

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

　　Every author who wants to talk needs to open every pore of his own when he is creating, to breathe his own life, in order to impress the audience.

　　 So such an author is destined to be painful.

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

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

　　 also have my dreams all the time.

　　 If I say that the big players are my dreams of life, then it is Realization 2.0 now.

　　 When I wrote the first three chapters, when I wrote "If you only had the last two hours left in your life, what would you do?"

　　 I actually think about this problem in my heart.

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

　　 When I wrote the naming technique of this night, I refined the content over and over again as never before. What you have seen has basically gone through more than two revisions.

　　 Make your content better, make your own sentences more fluent, and make the picture more resonant.

　　 I have been careless for thirty years, but this time I have never been better.

　　 Although I know that my writing style is average, even if I work so hard, Ye's naming technique writing style can only be considered a pass.

　　 I have a great time writing this book.

　　 Seeing Qing Chen calmly facing the world, I am very happy, I also want to have a teacher like Li Shu, and I also have a life that I want to restart.

　　 But you and I both know this is impossible.

　　 So, if there is really any theme in this book, please follow me in a dream.

　　……

　　Here, let me put a paragraph I wrote before, it fits my current state of mind.

　　 I worked very hard in my senior year of high school.

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

　　 Starting from 4.30 in the morning, standing under the street lamp of the school to recite history and politics.

　　 I read English aloud and write essays that I think I am very literary.

　　 I worked hard like a chicken, trying to get into a good university.

　　 But after a year, I didn't get 535 points on the test, and I got a second book. I couldn't even understand the last two big questions of the math paper.

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

　　 In fact, this kind of cognition is quite depressing.

　　 On the eve of the college entrance examination, I was wiping the blackboard alone in the classroom, singing the hero song loudly.

　　 Maybe I will never feel that wanton in my life.

After 　　 began to write the naming technique of night, my work and rest began to reverse day and night completely.

　　 Overnight codewords at night, and at any time during the day I can fall asleep completely.

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

　　I kept refining, even if I was tired, I would wear headphones to find the feeling, and I would repair the chapters until I was satisfied.

　　 Even if that's just my level of satisfaction.

　　 Today I told my wife that it has only been a month, and I seem to be a little bit unable to carry it.

　　 However, after waking up from sleep, I still sat in front of the computer full of energy, scrutinizing the content of yesterday and conceiving the content of the future.

　　 I know that my reading volume is actually not as good as that of many authors, and I know that writing can only be considered a pass at best.

　　The question is when did you realize that you are actually an ordinary person.

　　 But what I want to say is, even if you realize that you are an ordinary person, don't give up.

　　 If time goes back to the summer of 2007.

　　 I still only sleep for 4 and a half hours a day.

　　 I will still stand under the street lamp and carry politics and history.

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

　　 Before the college entrance examination, I would wipe the blackboard while singing.

　　 Then walk into the life that belongs to me.

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

　　……

　　 After the king's forgiveness, before that.

　　 Many people say that the elbow is nothing more than a funny author, and the elbow will soon fall silent when the book is on the street.

　　 However, everything I paid for this book has been rewarded.

　　Before it was put on the shelves, Baimeng also broke a record since its starting point in the past two days~www.readwn.com~ Maybe, I will be able to break a new record soon.

　　 A few years later, I still stand here to tell my story seriously. I don’t know if those who have slandered and abused me have been wiped out 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 a non-perfunctory writer.

　　 I don’t know how long I can write, and I can write a few more stories, but I hope that every step I make is progress.

　　Is the story good? I can’t judge myself, but I can judge that I really tried my best.

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

　　……

　　 will be on shelves tonight, it’s time to check an author’s performance.

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　　 Thank you new readers for watching.

　　 I would like to thank the old readers for never leaving.

　　 Thanks.

Thanks again.

　　……

　　 Forever young.

　　 Forever sincerely.

　　 Forever young, always eager to embark on a new journey.

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

　　 Climb a mountain, watch a snow, chase a dream.