Hibiscus Flower West Moon Splendid

Chapter 239 Prologue

I still remember that year.

This was the first word that came to my mind when I opened the document when I was writing the preface of "Mujinhua Xiyue Jinxiu" for Piaoxue.

I still remember the time when the little Wuyi gathered under Qian's screen window and looked at each other with a smile at the beginning of fate, and the spring wine was warm; I couldn't bear to hold the scroll back then, and felt helpless for the overturning of the world in the story; I still remember that I read Huaxi all night long, and looking back at the passage of time, the years are thick.

A moment, years.

Many years later, Huaxi came back again, and the moment they learned that it would end, how many people looked up to the sky and felt that the dust had settled.

There has never been a book that has made people think about it for so long that we seem to think we have forgotten it, and we don’t seem to think of it when we don’t mention it. A corner of regret, until now finally solid and round.

The sea of ​​books, tens of thousands of texts, and thousands of sails have been read. How many people have already traveled to the other shore, but are still on this side of the shore, eagerly waiting for that long and beautiful story, which spans the deep sea of ​​time and fate, and passes through the dust and memories. The gap came slowly, telling the joys and sorrows of the world.

The long and infatuated waiting is because it represents the past.

The past of fresh and wonderful feelings rushed to the face when the Internet literature first emerged.

In an era when online texts were scarce, the style of online texts was not diverse enough, and the structure of online stories was relatively thin, when encountering such excellent works as Huaxi with huge structure, complex design, moving characters, and emotional entanglement, it was amazing and unforgettable. The - ever.

This past is engraved deep in my heart, and I will never forget it.At that time, I was just a reader, and it was several years before I started to write my own stories. It cannot be said that I did not have the influence of Huaxi when I embarked on the road of writing. At the beginning of the sequence, I suddenly feel the vicissitudes of time and space, and time flies.

When I have gone far, the story that still stays in my memory is still so beautiful.

A story is a love.

It is lingering and pathetic, every word and every sentence is painted with golden paper, facing the moon and the lamp, they all create complicated and exquisite light and shadow.

Branded in the depths of memory, deep in the years, never fading, never fading, forever.

This is the charm of the text, the charm of the story, the charm of the characters, and the charm of every vivid plot gushed out by Hai Piaoxue.

Not affectionate enough to impress people.I remember Yuan Feipianpian, a young man who showed the beauty of shortcomings vividly, because he knew that perfection is not necessarily complete, and that the word "Fenghua" is the most beautiful syllable in the world, with a dazzling voice and beautiful music. A cold, black-bellied man, in troubled times, a blurred and gorgeous song.

I remember that Duan Yuerong is gorgeous and evil, it is a gorgeous heavy brocade hanging from the clouds, each pattern is carefully woven, entangled in this life's grievances and loves.The purple-eyed demon fairy, with her purple eyes, can see all kinds of life, but can't see the world and the sky, and this feeling lasts forever.

I remember Feijue, who was originally a true and pure man, gave Hua Mujin a love that was also true and pure. At the beginning, the most beautiful thing was once. It's still there, it's Tingting's Huajian Ci, and every rhyme has been carefully considered.It is a lingering and tortuous mood that I can hold between my teeth after reading it.

I remember this eloquent story with more than a million words, not only about love, family affection, friendship and countless emotions that exist in this world, but more importantly, about life.

There are countless misses and retentions in life—missed retentions, or retentions of misses.

The light that comes with the darkness in life, and the darkness that comes with the light.

All the illusory beauty and real pain in life, as well as knowing the pain in the illusory and knowing the beauty in the real.

All the irresistible sorrows and joys in life, and after sorrows and joys, I finally know how to fulfill and let go because of deep love.

Fate does not know why it was born, but it will eventually die because of it.Reading a story, walking a period of life, is walking in the vast wilderness in the dark night, and suddenly seeing an arrow shot from the depths of the chaos in the distance, that is called emotion.Shooting from the strings of fate, the thunderbolt of shock and indomitable movement hit all the delicate and sensitive hearts in an instant.

So, needless to say.

I just circle my thoughts back and forth in the depths of my heart, quietly waiting for a flower to bloom.

The flower that belongs to Huaxi, in my image, is Manjusawa, the Bana flower that was born in Huangquan in legend.

Coquettish, deep, with inherent sadness and tragic beauty, but it can spread all over the sky and burn its glory.

I, or all those who have been waiting for years, are finally opening this volume at this very moment.

In such a romantic aroma and Misato.

Go, go, go, stop.

until finally heard.

The books are combined into volumes, with ink-scented paper, and the sound of closing them gently.

The world returns to Yuanyuan
Nov. 2013, 8

(End of this chapter)