At that time, the bright moon was present, having once illuminated the return of colorful clouds

No matter how splendid and soaring the past may have been, in the end, it becomes nothing more than a fleeting cloud. Life is generally like this. Even someone as bold as Jia Xuan must sigh, "The charm of youth is always swept away by rain and wind." Yet Huang Yi remarked, "Where there is life, there is death; the hoofbeats of the swallow have completed the most magnificent journey of its life."

Is it really powerless to pick up again? Huang Yi wrote at the end of "The Interstellar Wanderer": "What could be more wonderful than that which comes naturally?"

However, that person has already left, and the void left behind is irreparable

This is a tribute to Master Huang by the great deity Luoshui

While contributing to the "Legend of the Past and Present: Fantasy Edition," I once again discussed Huang Yi with editor Yang Xiaoxie. At that time, Huang Yi's "Tales of the Border Wilderness" was being serialized in Jin Gu, and Xiaoxie told me that Huang Yi had donated all his manuscript fees. Later, Xiaoxie traveled to Lantau Island in Hong Kong to chat and dine with Huang Yi, and upon returning, the most he mentioned was, "Huang Yi is very kind and has no airs about him." At that moment, I thought, only someone who leisurely soaks his feet in the stream of Lantau Island and gazes at the starry sky at night could write such ethereal and profound "Dao." Later, Xiaoxie traveled to Lantau Island in Hong Kong to chat and dine with Huang Yi, and upon returning, the most he mentioned was, "Huang Yi is very kind and has no airs about him." At that moment, I thought, only someone who leisurely soaks his feet in the stream of Lantau Island and gazes at the starry sky at night could write such ethereal and profound "Dao."

On the evening of April 6, I was shocked to hear the tragic news that the master of fantasy literature, Huang Yi, has passed away at the age of 65

At that time, the bright moon was present, having once illuminated the return of colorful clouds

Subsequently, I wrote "Journey to the North" and also "The Way." It was a period that was both difficult and beautiful, as I attempted to step out of the shadow of Huang Yi while being irresistibly influenced by him. No other writer has had such a profound impact on me as Huang Yi, leaving an indelible mark on the words of my youth that I could never erase throughout my life

Sometimes life feels like riding a bicycle forward under the setting sun. At the beginning, there are many things on the frame, but they will gradually fall off along the way, and you will be powerless to pick them up again. In the end, the bicycle is left empty, with only yourself remaining. By this time, the sky has already darkened

In "Dream Reminiscences of Tao'an," Zhang Dai opens with a description of Zhongshan, depicting the floating clouds and mist, the mausoleum of Emperor Taizu, and the offerings for the sacrifices. Finally, he writes, "This year during the Qingming Festival, I was unable to obtain even a bowl of wheat rice, and thinking of this, I am filled with sorrow."

That may be the way, the true meaning of life, another moment of existence

It was still at the beginning of my writing journey when I discussed Huang Yi's works with several domestic publishers in a hotel, animatedly and eloquently. I still vividly remember a friend of mine, who was about the same age as I, gesturing excitedly while talking about a certain chapter of "The Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty": "Xu Ziling just jumped down like that..." He stood on the mattress, his eyes sparkling, blood boiling, as if the towering walls of the Sui and Tang Dynasties were right before him, with thousands of troops galloping towards us... I still vividly remember that friend of mine, who was about the same age as I, gesturing excitedly while talking about a certain chapter of "The Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty": "Xu Ziling just jumped down like that..." He stood on the mattress, his eyes sparkling, blood boiling, as if the towering walls of the Sui and Tang Dynasties were right before him, with thousands of troops galloping towards us...

The thought of it makes one choke

That is not just one, but countless youths with boiling blood. Such magnificent and vast blood, like the sea, ultimately forged the brilliance of today's Chinese fantasy literature

About ten years ago, I wrote "Observing the Cycle of Life and Death" and submitted it to the Shangyan Publishing House in Taiwan. A certain editor expressed great admiration for several chapters, stating that they captured the essence of Huang Yi's style. For a novice who had just ventured into genre fiction, this was undoubtedly the highest praise, and I secretly reveled in it for several days. I still remember discussing the original intention of writing with my friend Cangjian Jiangnan, where I expressed my hope to create something that surpasses Huang Yi. Years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the once impetuous youth has transformed into a scruffy middle-aged man, while the literary idol of yesteryear has also departed this world, leaving behind only the shattered legends of the void.

Perhaps one day, within the words read by a certain youth, Huang Yi will shatter the void, leap on horseback, and appear in the deepest and sweetest dreams in a different, mysterious manner

Once, at the Pudong branch of Qidian Chinese Network, I had a chance encounter with Professor Chen from Renmin University, who is also a fan of Huang Yi. At that time, I truly felt honored that Huang Yi's works were favored by mainstream literary critics