It’s finally time to put it on the shelves. As I write this, I finally breathe a sigh of relief. After all, I had been hesitating at first because I was afraid that my body would not be able to support myself so much that I would put the new book on the shelves.
It’s an important moment to put it on the shelves, so let’s write something.
As we all know, the pace of this book is very slow. Halfway through, I agreed that it lost readability. I sped up the pace a little and restored readability, but it still couldn't speed up. I couldn't reach the United States in 100 chapters, and let it go in 200 chapters.
Miss Qiu bloomed with the light of fission, and the three hundred chapters had to end.
I tried to change, but finally I sighed and couldn't.
1937 was an extremely dark year. If I ignored the objective reality, I would feel uncomfortable because this is not what I want to write about.
It's like developing black technology at the beginning, making bullets, developing new rifles, developing cannons, developing rocket launchers, developing new aircraft, flying at a fast pace, and being so compact that it's suffocating. I originally thought about it, but gave up in the end.
One is that it's unrealistic, and the other is... it's not what I want.
The story in my heart is not about upgrading and killing monsters like this, or developing this weapon and then developing another weapon like this. The story in my heart comes from those scientific pioneers, from those unknown people who successively laid the foundation for the path of Chinese science.
The glory of the unknown pioneers has always been there, but they have been ignored. The time-travelers that were most needed during the Republic of China were not snipers who were kings of soldiers, or those who went to the battlefield to fight against the Japanese. What was needed most during this period was knowledge, and what was most needed—
—A time traveler who can guide the way to the future and contains future knowledge.
This person can be a college student who graduated from modern Tsinghua University, an expert professor, anyone in the scientific field, or even a high school student who has just graduated.
There is no retarded system, there are no gods and Buddhas in the sky, only the trust from 30 million compatriots. The story I want to write is such a story about the road to science.
A story about slowly reaching the pinnacle of science one step at a time.
This story originated from half a year ago. I saw the light of fission on station B. I was moved and shed tears silently. For those pioneers who are silently exploring the scientific path of flower growers, the journey forward is too difficult, war, discrimination,
Blockade, suppression, from high-spirited in youth, to taciturn in middle age, to tears when that ray of light blooms.
I can't change history, and I can't change history. I just want to write a story in my heart with my hands.
Some people say that this book is a daily pretentious essay by a high school student in the Republic of China. Some people say that the author is not a real academic master and cannot write about what it feels like to be a real academic master. Some people say that this book is as boring as a history book. Some people say that this book is as boring as a history book.
This book is too relaxing, without the hardships that existed during the Republic of China, and my response was, smile.
Thousands of people have different tastes. I'm sorry that Zhongyuan couldn't write the story in your heart.
It doesn’t matter if you say it is the daily pretense of high school students in the Republic of China, or if you say I am not a real academic master, it is boring because I don’t have enough writing skills, and the plot is too light because I feel there is too much suffering. Sometimes, I should relax a little.
I would like to thank my editor Tian Qi and my editor-in-chief Shui Mo. It is her and his support that allowed me to write such a special story and write the first post-Republic of China scientific research article on the entire website. I was very moved.
I'm wondering if this is considered to be the creation of a new genre?
There are so many things I want to say in my heart. After thinking about it, it is best to write it to you in the form of an article. It will be published at twelve o'clock today. Let me go and take a nap before getting up to type.
Of course, the first subscription data and monthly passes are related to the future of the entire book. Please also hope for more, the more the merrier, and never feel bad about it.
The principle of adding more updates, I feel numb just mentioning this, so let’s add more updates as usual, 5 chapters for the leader, 4 chapters for the leader, 3 chapters for the hall leader, and 1 chapter for the helmsman. The author is in average health, so I will write as much as I can every day.
Finally, end with a paragraph.
There are great brave men in the world who are unfathomable in wisdom and uncontrollable in strength. They are not surprised when they are suddenly faced with them. They are not angry even if I do not attack them. This is because their ambitions are far-reaching and their ambitions are great.
What do you cherish? If there are hungry people in the world, it will be like your own hunger; if there are drowned people in the world, it will be like drowning your own ears. When the nation is in crisis, leave relatives and friends and go to the fire and water. It is easy to face the enemy and seek common ground. The wind is blowing and the water is cold, and the frost is shining on your shoes.
Blood, either success or failure, imprisonment or death, is unknown to people, and even remains nameless after death.
The inscription says: Woohoo! The loud sound is loud, the elephant is invisible. The spirit comes, and the heroic spirit comes to rest. The long river is the throat, and the green mountains are the witness. How can it be said to be silent? Rivers and mountains are named!
People have forgotten, and history has been neglected. Unification can be expected, and the nation will be prosperous. I will cherish the precious stones, wash my hands and inscribe them. My descendants will carry this banner forever from generation to generation.