There are many unforgettable 'firsts' in life: the first teacher, the first friend, the first school... of course, this also includes the' first book '. For a writer, this is their first published book; For a publisher, this is their first book edited; For a literary enthusiast, this is his unforgettable first book... The first book marks time, condenses hard work, influences cognition, and changes life. Today is World Book Day. Let's follow several writers, publishers, artists, and literature enthusiasts into their "first book", listen to the stories of writing, editing, and reading books, and feel the social trend of advocating knowledge and pursuing progress in the fragrance of books, cultivating the spiritual strength of continuous upward movement. ——The first book I "created" is not a secret. My father and I had a 20-year cold war. I gave my mother as much love as possible for my father, but resentment grew like a tree, with annual rings and thick bark. From one perspective, the sign of my growing up is that I have brought out my resentment towards my father from my diary and made it clear in the sunlight and daily life. This is certainly shameful, but shamelessly, I am not ashamed. My face is as blue as a mockingbird's egg, not red. Some people say that I planted the seeds for becoming a writer because father son conflict is a literary theme. I was speechless, my face turning red like a soldering iron reflecting blue flames. The gears of fate creaked and turned into some mysterious agreement. In 1986, inspired by "The Catcher in the Rye", I diligently wrote a diary and began writing novels. Fortunately, many years later, I published my first book, "Purple and Black Secrets" (published by the People's Liberation Army Literature and Art Publishing House). After sending the book home, my mother wrote to me saying that my father had walked around the village holding my book. That is a big village of 6000 people. I don't know how long it will take for my father to complete one lap, but I know he will have to walk one lap after another. My mother said, as if holding a big grandson, she spared no effort to promote it widely and encouraged me to "create a book". My father has studied in a private school for six months and has been to Hangzhou and Shanghai, where he can read newspapers. He knows that books are written, but he insists on saying 'made' instead of 'written'. This is his creation, and it is also his creation. Undoubtedly, 'making' is more vivid, spectacular, and in line with the grammar of a farmer than 'writing'. Since then, I have given myself a private title: the creator of books. This is a small gain, but the meaning is deep and long: the long cold war between me and my father probably began to melt from then on, like a frozen earth returning to spring. I encouraged myself to output excellent emotions, reject simplicity and roughness, and instead treat the past, mistakes, and faults with maturity, rationality, and nobility. This is a good topic that is enjoyable, but it is not appropriate to elaborate on it here. The gears of fate keep spinning, making me dizzy and disoriented. As a writer and book maker, I often don't understand myself. Sometimes I feel like I was born to be a book maker because my childhood was so unfortunate - Hemingway once said that an unhappy childhood is the best training for a writer. I have childlike skills, and I have mud to dredge in my heart. Making books is my life, and it is also the oar that carries me; Sometimes I feel that I am not worthy of creating a book, because it is so difficult and arduous for me to create a book. Every time I try my best, I go back and forth to scrutinize and revise it, and it is inevitable that it will be stillborn. Such punishment changes like seasons. Two feelings are like archenemies, never repenting and constantly wandering, making me tired of this world and doubtful about life. But even doubts in life have to be overcome. That's how I spent my youth, middle age, and the Year of Flower, "creating" a bunch of works, including the so-called "spy trilogy" ("Decryption", "Dark Plan", "The Wind"), as well as "Hometown Songs" such as "The Sea of Life" and "Letter to the Human World". It is undeniable that traditional Chinese novels are currently in a difficult situation, with readers not buying into them and novels becoming increasingly marginalized. Like a pair of friends, the relationship is somewhat delicate, even with conflicts. I think that at this time, as novelists, we should especially show our posture and think about the future of the novel. We should not be too self righteous or selfish. We must broaden our minds and horizons, practice diamond drills, and use real skills, rather than playing tricks to deceive people. I have been trying to make efforts in this area: putting aside the pretentious attitude of novelists, changing the tone of traditional novels, and seeking an accessible and curious reading from the language and story level. I restrain myself like I restrain my weight, I restrain novels from pretending to be profound, I restrain the use of difficult words, unfamiliar words, and awkward words, and at the same time, I am afraid of flat and direct narration, linear narration, journal entries, and lack of skills. I don't want to pretend to be deep. This is not a contradiction, but a battle book given to us by today's readers. The first travelogue I wrote with my feet, Luo Weixiao. I used to be a soldier in my early years and later worked at my hometown, Ya'an Electric Power Group Company in Sichuan. Due to poor health, I retired early. The doctor said that winter swimming can prevent and treat various diseases, so I developed winter swimming into my biggest hobby. Even in the cold winter, I still "struggle" in the Qingyi River. I have had a wish since childhood: to walk along the Sichuan Tibet Highway to Lhasa, take the road I want to walk the most, and see the scenery I want to see the most. So I made an appointment with several winter swimming enthusiasts: ride a bike up the "ridge"! On May 22, 2005, a group of seven of us embarked on a cycling journey on the Qinghai Tibet Plateau. Riding on the Qinghai Tibet Plateau may seem easy, but once you take the first step, you'll realize the hardships involved. Along the way, we have to climb over towering peaks such as Zhe Duo Shan, Hai Zi Shan, and Tang Gula Shan, as well as the ever-changing harsh climate. We may encounter blizzards at any time along the way. Suddenly attacked by a Tibetan Mastiff, encountering rapids and dangerous obstacles on the road, struggling to survive in a snowstorm, almost buried in a landslide on the road, and almost falling into an abyss while trying to explore... These many real and thrilling scenes make me feel scared when I think of them. These not only challenge people's physical fitness, but also their willpower. On June 25th, we arrived in Lhasa. There are only three people left in the 7-person team, including myself, Liang Hui, and Guo Shaokui. Later, Liang Hui and I set off from Lhasa and rode the Qinghai Tibet Highway back. Riding to Yangbajing, the Qinghai Tibet Railway track is being laid. The construction manager insisted on inviting us to visit the farthest railway track that had just been laid, calling us the "first group of tourists on the Qinghai Tibet Railway". On the way, we reached Tanggula Mountain Pass. After the rain and snow, Tanggula Mountain is magnificent and not far away is the world's highest railway station that is about to be completed. We talked about teenage craziness, letting our bicycles fly down all the way and enjoying the feeling of "flying" on the sky. In half a day, we actually "flew" 127 kilometers in one breath. On July 22nd, we returned to our departure point Ya'an via Chengdu. After 62 days, I drew a ten thousand mile arc on my bicycle. After returning from the Qinghai Tibet Plateau, many "backpackers" from both inside and outside the province came to me to inquire about matters related to cycling on the Qinghai Tibet Plateau. This made me suddenly think, why not write down this experience in words? Record the grandeur and joy, difficulty and pain of the journey, record the majestic atmosphere of the Qinghai Tibet Plateau, record the pure natural beauty along the way, and record every moment of the journey. But I only have a third grade elementary school education level, and the difficulty of writing is no less than returning to a plateau. I spent a whole year revising the manuscript and finally completed the creation. This is a good work full of genuine emotions and emotional journey After hearing about it, the editor of Sichuan Ethnic Publishing House took the initiative to come and ask for manuscripts. At the 17th National Book Fair, the book "Asking the 'Heavenly Road' - Riding the Qinghai Tibet Plateau for 62 Days" held its debut ceremony. Afterwards, I began to take turns traveling the world, riding my beloved bicycle to explore the land of China. During this time, I set foot on the Qinghai Tibet Plateau three times and measured four roads leading to Tibet (Sichuan Tibet, Qinghai Tibet, Yunnan Tibet, and Xinjiang Tibet) using my wheel tracks. Then, starting from Dengchigou in Baoxing County, Ya'an, Sichuan Province, where the giant panda was discovered, we traveled through 8 countries, covering a distance of over 15000 kilometers, and finally arrived at the hometown of the giant panda discoverer Armand Davy, Esperet, France. After returning from cycling, I started writing travelogues with my feet again and completed the creation of books such as "Dream Walker" and "Enlightenment on the Silk Road". I am 75 years old this year. In addition to swimming and cycling for fitness in the suburbs every day, I have also established a public welfare cycling museum, displaying my creative manuscripts, photos taken, and souvenirs collected during my cycling process. I work at the museum every day, receiving visitors from all over the world. The museum has become a popular spot in Ya'an and a "check-in spot" for tourists. The first poetry collection I read, Lv Yuxia, was recently praised by the media for saying, 'Second sister, please stop writing. If you continue writing, it should be included in the text.'. I am just an ordinary farmer who likes to write some "unfashionable jingles", but I have received so much attention. The poetry I write is just a way to record the ups and downs of life, the changes of the four seasons, in my own way. It is what I want to say to netizens, a kind of sharing. This is the result of waking up in the morning and falling in the evening, this is the gratitude for hard work and cultivation, this is the brilliance of sweat droplets. This is my life, real and full of the scent of soil. Like many children, my poetry enlightenment came from "Three Hundred Tang Poems". Reading Tang poetry is a recitation without fully understanding the poetic meaning, with a father's silhouette in vague memories. Under the kerosene lamp, my father piled up dried sweet potatoes with rough hands, working while teaching me. He recited one sentence, and I recited another. My father's voice was deep and powerful, and I looked confused and naive as I repeated. When I started school, I read 'Three Hundred Tang Poems' again and learned that' Red Cliff 'was written by Du Mu, and' Deer and Wood 'was written by Wang Wei. I also fell in love with Li Bai's' Ten Thousand Cups of Golden Bottles of Sake, Ten Thousand Treasures on Jade Plates', and could proudly recite those classic works on the podium. Perhaps because I love reading poetry and can recite it proficiently in front of teachers, I have always been a good child that teachers like during my five years in elementary school. After entering junior high school, I remember a young Chinese teacher came to school, not much older than the students. He demanded that every ancient poem and prose be memorized. Everyone stood on the playground, reciting ancient poems and prose, and whoever memorized well could go back to the classroom to listen to the teacher's explanation. I am always one of the first ones to enter the classroom. Because I love Tang poetry, I even exchanged my homemade eggs with my classmates for a comic book version of 'Three Hundred Tang Poems'. Due to repeated reading, my essay has also made great progress, and even been taken to class by the teacher to be read aloud. Every time, I go home excitedly to show off. My favorite poet at that time was Li Bai. His poetry was heroic and always inspired me. Besides Tang poetry, I have started reading more traditional poems, and I also like Su Dongpo. Li Bai and Su Dongpo make me feel that encountering any problems is not scary. As a young man, I misinterpreted the meaning of 'going to drink' and fantasized about fresh clothes and angry horses every day, with my eyebrows raised in anger! At the age of 16, I stopped going to school and gave my youth to the booming weaving machine. I worked as a textile worker in my hometown textile factory for more than 10 years. I was rated as an operator and awarded the title of model worker. The happiest moment was when I got my salary, because I could buy my favorite magazine. I read eagerly, copying down the good words and sentences I see in my notebook and repeatedly savoring them. Those warm words accompanied me through countless night shifts and sweaty farming seasons. Reading and reading, I fantasize that one day I too can write articles and poems. Later on, as a wife and mother, I walked the path of life(outlook new era)