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有一本书,我写了两年。今天,我走完了这两年的写作路程,当双手离开键盘的时候,我感觉自己空了,犹如一团白色烟雾,虚无但又不能不去直视它的存在。感恩、感叹也便成了我此时的心情。两年,730天,17520小时,1051200分钟……我们从陌生走到相识,再到相知,最后我们再一起相望,这份缘分,这份情感,都源于我所创作、你所熟知的魔幻世界。可能它虚幻,可能它缥缈,但在它的世界里更有着让人感动与精彩的现实情感。
There is a book, I wrote for two years. Today, I finished my two-year writing journey. When my hands left the keyboard, I feel empty, like a white smoke, but I can not but look at its existence. Thanksgiving, sigh also became my mood at this time. Two years, 730 days, 17520 hours, 1051200 minutes ... ... We came from a strange acquaintance, and then knowing each other, and finally we look together, the fate, the emotion, all from my creation, you are familiar with Magic world. It may be illusory, it may be staggering, but in its world more touching and exciting reality emotions.