Assassin He Chunxia

Chapter 29: Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter
On the day that Mr. Jin Yong died, I wrote the ending of "Assassin He Chun Xia".

Will there still be rivers and lakes in this world?
She laughed suddenly.

In this world

And I.

In fact, I can especially understand that martial arts is no longer what this era needs, but some things should be immortal, love, free will, rivers and lakes.

"Thorn He" is my love letter to martial arts, she will be like the martial arts I fell in love with when I was 17 years old, great and romantic.

The rivers and lakes I write will have spring, summer, autumn and winter.

In [-] words, I wrote about what happened within a month, and also posted a month’s article. Except for a few friends who had heated discussions, I didn’t receive any feedback. Maybe everyone didn’t understand it well.I wrote a lot of short biographies of characters. These characters entered the story of "Assassin He Chun Xia" at the moment when they stepped on the snow and cut the moon. They all carried their own history and moved forward. I know what happened in the past, these people What happened to the body, but readers will not know, there will be such a gap in information, there is no way, I can only say that there is no rush, I will make up for these through the seven extra episodes "Looking for the Dragon" and "Swords". together.

I am very proud of my writing, because I basically don't use adjectives. I use a lot of verbs and dialogues to create characters' reactions to make readers feel the temperature, the weight of the sword, and the inaccessibility of some words.But it doesn't feel successful, and the skill is not enough.

The problem with this type of writing is that it doesn't explain, it doesn't explain how sad the person is, it just presents, such as Zhao Nanke's howling.I have buried a lot of hidden plots, so many entanglements in the past, and I still don't explain people's psychological activities. I am really wrong, haha. (laughs) Anyway, some friends say it's okay, it's just that the literature sucks too much.Okay, let’s keep writing like this.

Martial arts do not die, but in winter, it withers.

Will there be such a spring and summer?

Will there still be flowers?
In this world,
And I.

(End of this chapter)