Legend of the Great Saint

As the title suggests, what you're seeing now is not just a "curly end-of-the-life sentiment," but also a "three-year celebratory sentiment," which sounds like some kind of radiation-induced distorted creature, or “metaphorical.”

But there's too much emotion, too much emotion, and I don't know where to start. How can it be written in this thousand words, when more than a thousand days and nights are exhausted, struggling and struggling?

If you only saw me in my daily life, you'd think that I was a very failing, increasingly depraved person, not even far from the roof. Not long ago, my mother said to me, "Son, why don't we do something else? ”

I can't say anything right, but, no.

Because in front of the stone tablet in my ancestral tomb, pointing to my name in the script, I tried to say to my father, "Maybe I'll be the most famous one in here. ”

“Really?”

His attitude was disgusting, probably like a teacher watching elementary school students say they're going to grow up to be scientists. I'm such a big man, and it's embarrassing to say that.

But I'm not an elementary school student anymore, and I've read some of the great works of ancient times, and they're bright, but they must be out of reach. Instead, they've given me guidance, like stars in the sky.

I've read many of the finest works of our time, but compared to the brilliant stars in my heart, I can laugh and say: “There are no heroes to make the erectors famous. ”

Every child has a heroic dream, so I try to make up for the shortboard, write about the things I'm least good at, live a life I don't like, keep my heart from shaking, and gather every dragon ball I need. All you have to do is read a bunch of books, endure some lonely pain, and constantly reflect on your mistakes. If I don't have a life experience, okay, then I'll go around the world and love and hate and feel.

Though I am not a gifted genius, nor do I expect to be fated. Even if I gather all the dragon balls together, I will not necessarily be able to call the dragon to help me realize this dream. Failure is just a joke.

But a man's life is so short! It's like a novel that's destined to end, why don't you make the process as good as possible. Even if you can't be a heroic epic, perform a tragic human comedy, earn a few tears, smile a few times, or simply warn the future: “Mortals don't pursue dreams! ”

And I am convinced to this day that mortals can pursue their dreams.

With the closure of the first half of the Big Sacred Book, this three-year period was not wasted, and I took a step further towards my goal, and I became stronger, both in will and ability, about to be fully demonstrated in the second half, and validated again with loss, right and wrong.

There may be some breaks, but it won't take long, so stay tuned for the twelfth volume of the Big Sacred Book - Views of Man!

Li Qingshan's nine-day journey, my nine-day journey, has just begun!

This time, be cheerful for up to nine days!