Three Days Away from Mastery (Final Thoughts)

Speaking of final thoughts, since seven years ago until now, Tan Hua had written very few. Perhaps overly direct and mushy expressions were not his strong suit, or perhaps Tan Hua merely wished to quietly give his all for everyone. In any case, every set of final thoughts brought Tan Hua a different kind of sublimation. Over this journey of sixteen million words, Tan Hua knew there were many places where he had not given everyone time to savor the scenery carefully. Instead, he had urged everyone to linger longer amid beautiful sights that only Tan Hua himself had become intoxicated with. Sometimes, Tan Hua simply could not help himself, and only upon looking back did he realize the scenery had already been missed. Trying to lead everyone back there again was harder than ascending to the heavens. Therefore, at every little stop on the journey afterward, Tan Hua tried his best to let everyone see their fill of the beauty there. He also hoped to remind everyone of the sights they had missed before. Perhaps the occasional regret was true beauty. When a novel was finished, it was like seeing one's own child grow into adulthood. Yet at that very moment, the child had to leave its parents as well, because it still had its own road to walk. Whether articles would continue tomorrow or not, as a writer, Tan Hua's heart was still filled with reluctance at this moment—a reluctance greater than losing his most beloved toy. Six years and ten months: some friends said, "I devoted my youth to Chronicles of the Cultivating God." Likewise, Tan Hua's most wonderful youth had also been devoted to all of you. That was what forged the mutual trust and mutual support between us. For this, Tan Hua sincerely hoped that