What is the preface to the 2010 revised edition of Phantom City

Preface: You clothe the legend, you plant the bottom of the sea full of pathos.

You move slowly towards the end of the century.

How much at that time.

The scenery and how much more bleak.

Daylight is embedded in your emaciated shoulders.

Push the future into darkness.

Illuminate the past in vain.

You are the Lord of Ice.

You are the snow of the last days.

The years fade away the dust clouds with an eternal heel sound.

And the long struggle for a moment refines grief into transparency.

The face is covered with sadness in a pale shape, and the sadness polishes the universe, the ice fields are spliced together, the continent and the glass are missed, and the despair is burned into the funeral light of the flock of longing birds.

The sea caresses the stars.

You are more permanent than permanent.

It's also longer than a long one.

The snow country is looking for a king, and the soul is scarce.

The wind swept the dead leaves.

The vast world is gone.

Deep in the mountains, he is green.

In a dream for a lifetime.

One piano and one song.

One season after another.

I wait for a reunion.

I want to come to the wind and clouds, and the words of the West Mountain are late.

The silver hair is sparse at this time, and the palace is cold and rainy.

Brocade Persian blanket mahogany thin day warm.

Raise your hand and lead the flow of Lan and walk across the Lethe River.

Leaning on the door thousands of times, the neighbor smokes from cooking.

Spring is close to the ice and snow, and the summer lights shine on the night boat.

The cherry blossom festival universe or the long of the sky.

The second hand or the slight blur of the breath.

You stand still in the void, you sleep in your destiny.

You wake gently in the shadow of a giant hourglass.

The gaps in life are filled with compassion.

And you are in this indifferent world.

The dream was blown into silk threads by the fog.

The rain slowly pierces the world.

The frozen wasteland is left at the end of the world.

The light sings the killing into a psalm.

Vanity adorns despair into prophecy.

Despair pushes fate far away.

This was revised in '08.

The summer solstice has not arrived!! Strong !!

Sadness flows backwards, well, dead and dead nonsense, look at the title and know that it is a very sad story. The beginning is sad, and the end is even sadder.

Phantom City is good, quite auspicious and touching.

Summer solstice. The grief is a little more tangled.

Phantom City is also quite good.

Take a look at the preface, author, publication date, etc., to find the reference value!

Ahem, Xiao Si said in the preface of "Jue Ji", "Since I wrote the name 'Sakura Kongshi' on paper casually at the age of seventeen, my fate has begun to change dramatically"...

They are all good writers, and it's not impossible to have a coincidence

Xiao Si did not plagiarize "Phantom City". But the newly issued "Jue Ji" has plagiarism. As the landlord you said, plagiarized a famous Japanese comic,

Although Xiao Si has been accused of plagiarism more than once. But I still choose to believe him.

After all, sometimes people's imagination will coincide.

He's the boss! What else? Isn't Cassel and Sakura her game? This game was a great success, so you should be happy to live. Poor Sakura is released under the direct flow.

Yuan Festival is a big boss, and people are estimated to live well. Didn't Cassel say that their life was a game for her? (It seems to be).

It's not ...... explainedDon't worry about it, or it's not bad to yy yourself