Xia Da:

I think my key word is probably "courage". When I was very young, I walked on a dark path...sometimes I would meet my companions, but they would soon disperse. I stopped in front of every fork in the road and obstacle, and then worked hard to move forward... The road became longer and brighter as I walked, and I was finally surprised to find that I was walking in a beautiful and vast grassland. There was still a long, long way ahead. I would Continue to move forward happily... I am a happy sheep who needs nothing but the courage to move forward. I'm clumsy because I never learn to quit. The people I have met, the people I deeply rely on and love have given me so much indulgence and courage, I can no longer calculate... "You just run forward with all your strength, and leave the rest to us." Everyone held my hand and brought me into the sunshine. I am no longer the gloomy child who grew up in a nursing home. I will become braver and stronger. Please continue to look at me...please see how the courage you have given me becomes my motivation. I want to be loyal to my beliefs in this life. I don’t want to care about how important dreams are and how cruel reality is. I'm just a sheep who doesn't think too much. I will continue to run happily on this grassland. There is a passage in Xia Da's blog post "2009-10-22": ...People who don't read and don't bother to pay attention to current domestic comics can say whatever they want. To them, I am just a topic to grind their teeth on after dinner. People who follow my work itself, you are my readers, please agree to this small willful request of mine: stop following the media’s heckles (this refers to the photos that Xia Da took for the event, and the media used this to hype), please Continue to pay attention to what you are originally interested in (referring to the comics created by Xia Da). That is what I spent my time, health, heart, and life on. I think it's worth it. In the past 7 years, I have suffered from hunger and hardship. I have had to fight for my life when I was sick. I didn’t go out because I lay down to fight hunger. I lost weight because my digestive system was completely disordered. My hair grew long because I couldn’t afford a haircut. I torture myself mentally and physically every day, painting and painting. I sacrificed my life, so God allowed me to see a glimmer of light. I just want to draw comics. Now that you are engaged in this industry, you no longer need to sacrifice. More people will benefit from it, and more people with talent and ideals will join. Speaking sarcastically will not make things better, nor will they make them worse. If you are really reluctant to give up, then come back to this industry and you are welcome.

The following are the words from the work

1. Would you like to stay? I stayed here forever and watched the morning fog in spring with Ah Jiao, and it was sunny in summer. 畕Rabbit

2. The world is so big, I just found you... 畕Rabbit

3. I am just a short moment in your life, you still have enough time Used to forget and change... 畕Rabbit

4.. "Everything I told you before was just to scare you. The world is actually a very beautiful place... the peach red willows in the south of the Yangtze River, the setting sun in the desert in the north of Saibei, Beautiful woman, graceful young man...take a good look at it for me." Rabbit

5. That day

I heard the sound of seeds breaking through the ground

6. There are four seasons in a year. Birds are born knowing in which season they should migrate, and cicadas are born knowing in which season they should sing. The earth and the sky have already given all the answers

Our voices can say all the sentences

But in the end, we will only say those words that need to be said. Isn't it? The old carpenter

The child is silent

7. The words he wants to say are scattered over the long years without a trace. The child is silent - Mu Furong

8. "Xiao Xiao" has never been Since then, I have developed the habit of gently calling this name when no one is around. Until one day a familiar answer comes from somewhere in the world. Until then, I will definitely watch you carefully. It will happen this time, I promise.

9. If I hadn’t met you, the rest of my life would probably be very, very different, right?

We painted the same light spots jumping on the white cloth on different sunny days.

We slipped in different places, chasing the scattered pigment papers all over the ground with the same embarrassment.

We were encouraged by different friends to make an appointment to meet at the same university.

On a certain day - perhaps at the same time, we looked at the scattered clouds outside the window and suddenly began to lose consciousness:

"What will the future be like?"

It seemed I saw a lot, but I didn't seem to see anything. my way

10. I think I like to draw. I think you are too.

I believe we passed each other somewhere a long time ago...

But at that time, no one knew each other. my way

11.......I don’t understand until I see you.

Everything I worked hard for may not be that important. How nice to be a gentle and kind girl.

I yearn for it very much. Similar

12. What I believe now, I will believe in the future.

What I don’t understand now, I won’t understand in the future.

This is my agreement with life.

In the summer, the cicadas screamed in the shade of the trees without looking tired. The dust slowly rose and fell in the beam of light that squeezed into the classroom through the white curtains.

The annoying boy kicked open the back door with a bang but tiptoed forward.

I wanted to pretend to be asleep but actually fell asleep... What is the world like after I wake up?

Then,

Just keep sleeping, that’s not a bad idea. Early summer

13. Those who follow my work itself, you are my readers, please agree to this willful little request of mine: stop following the media and please continue to pay attention to what you are originally interested in. , that’s what I spent my time, health, heart, and life on. I think it's worth it.

In the past 7 years, I have suffered from hunger and hardship. I have had to fight for my life when I was sick. I didn’t go out because I lay down to fight hunger. I lost weight because my digestive system was completely disordered. My hair grew long because I couldn’t afford a haircut. I torture myself mentally and physically every day, painting and painting. I sacrificed my life, so God allowed me to see a glimmer of light.

I just want to draw comics. A Little Park in April

14. Even if I am still an unsuccessful, non-profitable, non-commercial author in my old age, maybe I can still draw stories slowly in a small corner, and have a Readers say to me, "Thank you for the small warmth you bring, I like it very much." Time is no longer a waste, and I am satisfied. A small park in April

15. No one can protect me now.

Worrying about gains and losses, crying and separation are just little games of fate. Don’t hold back, don’t feel sad, just hug each other and encourage you to keep moving forward.

But, I'm sorry, I can't bear to leave you.

Hangzhou in July is half hot and half rainy. The gray sky in the early morning is the color I am most familiar with after watching it for a year and three months. I miss all the cowardice, bustle, joy, and frustration that accompanied each other...the days that were more vivid than numbness and real than pain, are my sparkling little treasures.

You have given me much more than we imagined.

Bite your teeth and continue fighting.

In the future I will be strong enough, so strong that I can become a fortress by standing at the front with a sword and a shield.

Whenever you want to come back, you can find it at any time.

Dear

Goodbye

Come on. A Little Park in April

16. In girls' comics, if the protagonist says, "Thank you for this past, I am very happy now," then he will definitely say goodbye with smiles and tears. And I don't want to say goodbye yet...Some things have been planted in my life. If one day it can blossom and bear fruit, it will also be the seed of today. A Little Park in April

17. Two years ago, three years ago, a few years ago... The trajectory of adult life is as blurry as the weather outside the window.

Many people meet or rub shoulders at several points in time, and the clues are more delicate than the details woven by the most talented playwright. Many people I once took for granted that I would always be together... now have nothing to do with them in another parallel universe. I walked a lot of the way without realizing it at the time, but when I looked back, I saw the cliffs were high and the walls were dangerous. There are many things that I just think I don't mind, but in fact it's just because I haven't completely lost them yet.

I found that the corners of my mouth were raised at this moment, no matter whether I was crying or smiling in those stories.

How much have I missed? A small park in April

18. The stars are very bright tonight and it shouldn’t rain.

There are grasshoppers chirping on the playground, and someone is playing the guitar in the distance.

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It was the first confusion in my life

When... it has become a sigh in the dust of life"

"The song I couldn't sing to you at the age when I believed in love"

"Let me reminisce often in my life..."

I suddenly thought that if we never meet again, ten years later, twenty years later...

What will your mood and expression be like when you recall me? Similar

I like Xia Da very much~I hope it helps you~~