First of all, An An would like to express special thanks to the friends from the column for their support! I would also like to thank the column editors for rating my column on "The Journey of Creation" (Times passed by, but my original intention is still the same as yesterday) as the second prize, and for providing publicity and promotion.

The opportunity is rare, thank you!

My sincerity in thanking you is that on November 1st, An'an will update the fifth update, commonly known as "a day of ten thousand", which means that I will update everyone with ten thousand words in return. I will be calm and rational like An'an. This will be the first time since I wrote an article.

Breaking news.

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An An is here, and I have to thank another person

A person who left us but left an indelible mark on the hearts of generations.

In order to commemorate Mr. Jin Yong, An An wrote the following column yesterday.

Mr. Jin Yong, thank you for opening a literary door for us that will never be closed.

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【Awakening from the dream of Jianghu, old friends are still there】

The flying snow shoots at the white deer, and the laughing book magician leans on the blue mandarin duck.

Perhaps many young people today have not read the above fourteen words, but those who have read these fourteen words know it more or less.

There is a kind of inability to control oneself, which is called being in the world;

There was a great chivalrous man, known as Senior Jin Yong.

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Jin Yong's influence on the literary world is amazing in both space and time.

In terms of space, wherever there are Chinese people in the world, there must be a bookshelf containing Jin Yong.

Over time, his works have subtly influenced several generations.

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Due to the time difference, An An woke up in the morning when she learned about the death of Jin Yong. She opened her eyes and opened her circle of friends as a habit. She was surprised to see that many friends had written long words of tribute to Jin Yong, and they

Among them, there are many tourists living overseas.

An An suddenly realized that the autumn wind in the morning was very cool.

Awakening from the dream of rivers and lakes, old friends are still there.

We all grew up reading Jin Yong's novels and watching Jin Yong's TV series. At that time, the novels were on paper; at that time, the TV series could only be watched on TV; at that time, "The sky is vast and the snow is long, who can share it"

"Tonghang" was recorded on a tape... Although the senior has been writing for more than 40 years, closing and passing away are two completely different concepts.

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An An had actually wanted to write a reading note dedicated to Jin Yong's works for a long time, but she didn't expect that when she finally started writing, it would be for memorial and commemoration.

When I was a child, I read Jin Yong and learned a language. From then on, other languages ​​could hardly compare with Chinese.

I read Jin Yong when I was young and learned an attitude. Although you can't help yourself in the world, benevolence, righteousness and unrestrained can make you go further.

Reading Jin Yong now, I have learned how to live in my own world. No matter where I am in this life, no matter what the situation is, my heart is at ease, that is, I am free and happy.

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In this reading note, An An just wants to excerpt the opening and closing sentences from "The flying snow shoots the white deer, the laughing book hero leans on the blue mandarin duck", so that we can revisit the world together and relive the joy that reading once brought us.

, re-recognize myself from back then.

1. "Flying Fox Gaiden"

beginning:

"Hu Yidao, Quchi, Tianshu!"

"Miao Renfeng, Dicang, Hegu!"

A hoarse voice screamed in a low voice. The scream was full of resentment and anger, and the words burst out from between the teeth. It seemed like an eternal curse for thousands of years, and every word was coated with blood and hatred.

ending:

Wan Xing clasped her hands together and recited the Buddha's verse: "All loving encounters are impermanent and rarely last long.

There are many fears in this life, and life is in danger from the morning dew.

From love comes sorrow, from love comes fear.

If you are separated from the one you love, there is no worry or fear.”

After finishing reading, he quietly mounted his horse and walked west slowly.

Hu Fei chased after him, took the white horse given by Luo Bing, and said, "You can ride this horse. Are you injured, or... or..." Wanxing shook his head and rode the horse. Hu Fei looked at it The figure of her back and the eight Buddhist verses could not help but swirl in his ears and mind. The white horse beside him watched Yuanxing go further and further away, and could not help but neigh in sorrow. He didn't understand why the old owner didn't turn his head. Come.

2. "Snowy Mountain Flying Fox"

beginning:

With a whistling sound, an arrow shot out from behind the mountain col on the east side. With a whirring sound, it flew across the sky and penetrated into the neck of a flying goose.

The wild geese fought several times in the air with their feathered arrows and landed on the snow.

A few dozen feet away to the west, four horses were galloping through the white snow.

ending:

She stood in the snow, under the moonlight, looking at the baby's clothes and shoes, her heart filled with tenderness and she couldn't help but be fascinated.

Will Hu Fei be able to return safely to meet her? Will his sword strike her or not?

3. "The Secret of Linking the City"

beginning:

To! Toto! Toto! Toto!

The two wooden swords swung and fought, clashing with each other, making a clashing sound. Sometimes there was no sound for a long time, and sometimes the clashing sound was as dense as a pair of pearls, continuous and continuous.

It was in the countryside of Maxi in the southern suburbs of Yuanling in western Hunan. In front of three huts, on the grain drying ground, a pair of young men and women were holding wooden swords and were competing.

ending:

He left the city of Jingzhou, held water spinach in his arms, and embarked on a journey on horseback. He no longer wanted to hang out in the rivers and lakes. He wanted to find a remote place where no one could reach and raise water spinach into a man.

He returned to the snow valley at the edge of Tibet. The goose-feather heavy snow began to fall again, and he came to the former cave.

Suddenly, I saw a girl standing in front of the cave from a distance.

That's Shui Sheng!

With a smile on her face, she rushed towards him and shouted: "I have been waiting for you for so long! I know you will finally come back."

4. "The Eight Parts of the Dragon"

beginning:

Green light flashed, and a blue steel sword suddenly thrust out, pointing at the left shoulder of the middle-aged man. The young man used the sword without waiting, and the sword tilted with his wrist shaking. The sword edge had already cut towards the man's right neck. The middle-aged man blocked the sword. There was a clang sound, the two swords struck each other, there was a buzzing sound, and the sound continued. The two swords were shining brightly. Three moves had been made. The middle-aged man's long sword slammed down and slashed straight at the boy's top door. The boy Avoiding to the right, he used the sword technique with his left hand, and the green steel sword stabbed the man's thigh quickly.

The two of them had swift swordsmanship and fought with all their strength.

ending:

Wang Yuyan couldn't help but feel sad when she knew that her cousin was in a state of sanity and that his dream of wealth was getting deeper and deeper.

When Duan Yu saw A Bi's expression, he felt pity for her and wanted to invite her and Murong Fu back to Dali to settle down properly. However, he saw her eyes looking at Murong Fu with infinite tenderness, and Murong Fu also looked proud. Satisfied, his heart suddenly shivered: "Everyone has his own destiny. Brother Murong and Abi are like this. I feel sorry for them. In fact, in their hearts, how can they not be satisfied? Why should I be troublesome?" He pulled gently. Wang Yuyan made a gesture with her sleeves.

Everyone retreated quietly. They saw Murong Fu sitting on the earthen grave facing south, muttering to himself.

5. "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"

beginning:

The vast Qiantang River flows endlessly day and night around Niujia Village in Lin'an and flows eastward into the sea. Dozens of cypress trees line the banks of the river, with leaves as red as fire. It's August. In front of the village The weeds behind the village have just begun to turn yellow, and under the setting sun, they are even more desolate. Under two large pine trees, there are a group of villagers, men, women, and a dozen children, who are listening attentively to a thin man. The old man spoke. The speaker was in his fifties, and his green cloth robe had long been washed and faded to blue-grey. He could hear two pieces of pear wood board touching a few times, and the bamboo stick in his left hand was beating on a small drum. De Liansheng sang:

"The little peaches blossom without a owner, and the tobacco is covered with late crows. There are several ruins surrounding the old well, and they have always belonged to other people."

ending:

Guo Jing was startled, and then he realized that he had spoken too seriously. He stretched out his hand to support him and said, "Khan, please go back and have a rest. My words have been offensive, please forgive me." Genghis Khan smiled faintly, his face full of smiles.

Cheng Wahuang sighed: "No one around me is as bold as you and dares to tell me a few true words." Then he raised his eyebrows, his face showed pride, and said loudly: "In my life, I have conquered the world and destroyed everything.

There are countless countries, but you can't be considered a hero according to you? Hey, what a childish talk!" He whipped the horse's butt and galloped back. Genghis Khan collapsed in the golden tent that night, and when he was dying, he murmured

They chanted: "Hero, hero..." I think they were thinking about Guo Jing's words in their hearts. After Guo Jing and Huang Rong saluted the body of the Great Khan, they said goodbye to Tuo Lei and returned south that day. They saw skeletons and bones scattered along the way.

The director couldn't help but sigh with emotion, thinking that although the two men's alliance is harmonious and has no regrets, the world is suffering so much that we don't know when there will be peace. Exactly:

There are still embers in the fire of war, and there are only a few families in a poor village.

No one is fighting for the dawn crossing, the cold sand is under the waning moon!

6. "White Horse Howling in the West Wind"

beginning:

Go, go, go... Go, go, go... On the vast Huijiang desert with yellow sand, the dust flew up to two feet high, and the two horses rushed forward and backward.
To be continued...