was originally the title of a novel I was working on. Used by me to write prose.
What is the difference between me before and now. That is, the mind becomes calm. This kind of stillness can face any ups and downs.
Quietly, I come from afar. What kind of life has been confused.
(Summer Blown by the Wind) I plan to write 250,000 words. When you're done writing, get ready to make adjustments. Think about your own style and writing style.
Over the years, I have given up too much in order to insist on what I should insist on.
Therefore, please understand my hardships.
In the space you can't see, there is a busy figure lying on the table with my eyes on.
I long for success, but on the way to success, I must give up some rare quality of life.
For example, patience.
I can sit in a chair and write a manuscript for four hours, but I can't stand by and listen to you.
I can read an economics book in one afternoon, but I don't know how to control the operation process of a machine.
I don't understand life. I just chose to close myself, read books, and create when they were joking together. I have so little time that I have to keep going to work when I can't sign up with the site. Then, when you are off work, read, study, and improve yourself.
Only if the website standards are met, they are willing to sign with me. Only then did I have the confidence to quit my job and become a full-time writer.
What do I want to write. what should i write what can i write
And the people around me repeat in my ears every day, why don't you use your brain?
"Why don't you use your brain?" What a ridiculous sentence. When I have a splitting headache every day because of the plot, when I face the paper and can't write a sentence, when I walk around the room alone, when I draw boring numbers on the paper, by my side When people can't understand themselves
These are the scenery that others cannot see.
If you don't meet love around the corner, you are doomed to die alone.
Because I will eventually take a different path from them. What they saw was my bloody face struggling in the mud.
I don't think I will cry. Because after the rain, there must be a rainbow. I saw the sun rising in the sky, and looked at the growing number of fans on the phone screen. Write up to 230,000 words. 1500 visits. No acquaintances were asked to increase traffic for me.
1500 pieces. No more and no less. At the very least, they make me feel especially warm when I struggle alone and when others scold me for not being smart enough. Let me not be alone And they never leave They are the direction I keep moving forward, let me have the power of love when I cryThe second bloom of life
Who are they and where are they from? I have no idea. Hope from a strange place, with the light before dawn
No matter write you on paper
Still hanging in my heart
Are they all separated by the distance of the Milky Way?