Before As a writer, I always feel like a chrysalis in a cocoon, always asking for a breakthrough.But this kind of breakthrough requires suffering. Sometimes after a long, long period of suffering, one still cannot be transformed into a butterfly or a silkworm, let alone silk. So there are a lot of writers stuck in cocoons.So they often drink alcohol, take drugs, escape, give up on themselves, and even put a "Remington" old shotgun in their throats, use a finger that was supposed to hold a pen to pull the bolt and pull the trigger, killing him. Both himself and his despair are destroyed.

How difficult it is to create, I am afraid that few people except themselves can understand. But a writer must write as long as he lives, or he will disappear. It is better to destroy vigorously than to disappear silently. So every writer hopes that he can have a new breakthrough and new creation.For them, this artistic conception is almost close to "Zen" and "Tao". In the process, they suffered setbacks, insults and ridicules, not even less than Tang Sanzang's setbacks and sufferings on the way to seek scriptures. Religion, art, and literature all lead to the same goal in a certain way.In the process of seeking innovation and change, it is always inevitable that there will be some painful suffering.

As an author who has written martial arts novels for 25 years, has written more than 20 million words, and has been adapted into more than 200 martial arts movies, the desire to seek innovation and change, and to create breakthroughs may be Already stronger than a submerged drowner wishing to see a piece of driftwood. Unfortunately, this hope is often empty. Therefore, the death of the drowning person and the death of the author is also a very common thing. The probability of their survival is usually not more than one in a thousand. The sound of knives in the wind chime will never be a rescue ship arriving in time, let alone a piece of land.At most I just hope it is a piece of driftwood, at most I just hope it can bring me a little bit of greenery in life.

One night, after drinking, I suddenly remembered this name while chatting with Brother Ni Kuang.When we chatted, the story came. At that time, no one knew what kind of story this story was, but it was just a shadow of a story.One day, I was drunk after drinking and woke up after being drunk.The shadow of this story actually became a dot. And then in bed, in the bath, in the car, by the bottle, while I could still think, it was like a chrysalis suddenly turned into a butterfly. There are also many kinds of butterflies, some are beautiful, some are ugly, some are ordinary, and some are precious.

What kind of butterfly will this butterfly be? who knows? One night, many friends were drinking at my house, including editors, writers, directors, celebrities, celebrities, beauties, and even tycoons and martial arts masters. I propose to play a game, a very bad one. I propose that one person say a noun, and then each have a short time to say three other nouns they think are related to that noun. For example: the noun spoken by a person is "peanut". Another person thinks of three nouns: "Jamie Carter", "Acne", and "Red Label Rice Wine". What I proposed that day was: "Wind Chime".

The ones that immediately come to mind are: Autumn, wind, child's hand, decoration, nails, waiting, music box, leisure, under the eaves, parting, fantasy, door, problem, partner, loneliness, longing, vigilance, melancholy, memory, nostalgia... Many of these answers can be easily associated with wind chimes, while some answers will make others feel strange, such as nails. "How do you associate nails with wind chimes?" I asked the person who answered. This time his answer was even better: "How can the wind chimes be hung without nails?" What about the child's hands?What is the relationship between the child's hand and the wind chimes?

The person who answered said: "Have you ever seen a child play with his hands when he saw a wind chime?" "What about you?" they asked me, "What is your association with wind chimes?" "I'm a little different from you." I said, "Probably because I'm a novelist, and novels are always written about people, so I associate everything with people." "Who are you thinking of this time?" "Prodigal son, distant man, passer-by, divorced husband." I said suddenly, "This time I even think of the sound of horseshoes."

"Sound of hooves? Why do wind chimes remind you of the sound of hooves?" What I gave them were three famous lines that are widely circulated in new poems: 〖The horseshoe of my answer, It was a beautiful mistake, I am not a native, but a passer-by. 〗 A lonely young woman sits alone under the wind chime, waiting for the return of the distant person she misses, how desolate and lonely she feels. In this case, every sound will bring her infinite fantasy and hope, making her feel that she has returned from afar. When her hopes and illusions are shattered, although she will feel sad and painful, that short hope is still beautiful after all.

That's why the poet said: "It's a beautiful mistake." If you wait until there is no hope, that is the real sorrow. In this article "The Sound of the Knife in the Wind Chimes", I wrote such a story at the beginning. Of course there are knives in this story too. With a swing of the knife, the blade pierced through the air and shook the wind chimes.The stern sound of the knife makes the sound of the wind chimes more elegant and beautiful, and this sound is most likely to arouse people's lovesickness. The person in lovesickness really came back, but his return shattered all hopes.

What a cruel story, unfortunately the truth is sometimes crueler than the story. So longing becomes hatred, feeling becomes resentment. Then the blood will start to flow. "Why are bloody stories always indispensable in martial arts novels?" Someone asked me. "It's not that bloodshed is indispensable in martial arts novels, but that such things can never be avoided in the world." I said, "In every corner of the world, such things can happen at any time." "Can this kind of thing never stop?" "Of course it can be stopped." I said, "It's just that you have to pay a very high price."

I added: "Although everyone can pay this price, few people are willing to pay it." "why?" "Because the price to pay is sacrifice." "Sacrifice what?" "Sacrifice yourself," I said. "Suppress your anger, tolerate other people's mistakes, forget what others have done to you, and cultivate your love for others. In some ways, it is a kind of self-sacrifice." "I see." The friend who asked me said: "The blood and violence in this world has always been difficult to stop, just because most people are unwilling to take care of this kind of thing." His expression was serious and sad: "Because it is easy to sacrifice anything, but it is very difficult to sacrifice yourself." "yes." I also looked at my friend with the same serious and sad expression, and said to him in a voice like a wind chime: "But if you think that there is no one in this world who is willing to sacrifice himself, then you are completely wrong." My friend laughed, LOL! I also laugh. I laugh because I am happy, and because all my friends know that martial arts novels are not about blood and violence, but about tolerance, love and sacrifice. I also believe that this type of story can be just as exciting. Cologne