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    The left eyelid twitched for a whole day.  Is it a disaster or a disaster?

    The eyes are becoming more and more useless.

    Something within one meter.  I can't even see clearly.

    Like a fool.

    The nasty summer has begun.  The warm breath of May is getting stronger and stronger

    The right arm is still in pain.

    The sun is dazzling.

    Don't talk too much.  Do not think too much.

    Really don't think too much about it.

    It will be very tiring.  Simpler is better.  Just be responsible for smiling every day, just be responsible for smiling.

    Life is already so difficult.

    Don't look too clearly at anything.

    fell into a period of confusion in life.

    The pain that follows like a shadow.  If you can't see my struggle against fate, you won't pity my well-intentioned efforts.

    I often suffer from insomnia.

    Playing on mobile phones until two o'clock in the middle of the night.

    ? Browse through the gibberish news.  Never chat.

    A day passed like this.

    Writing is stuck in a bottleneck period.  No creative material found.  Such days are difficult.

    Like to be immersed in the world of nothingness.  It will give me satisfaction.

    I hold the fate of these people in my hands, love and hate.  Painful parting.

    In real life.  I have no friends, I am alone.

    Does sometimes the practice make people feel at a loss?

    Will it make the atmosphere unbearable?

    The failure of social networking is due to my bad conversation skills.  Because it is expected that what you say will not be understood.

    I prefer to dig into dead ends.

    Don't like flattery and obsequiousness.

    I need a lot of inspiration.

    Need to find inspiration in reality that impresses me and triggers my creation.

    When writing (Ching Ming Festival).  I just finished reading (Confucian Scholars).  This is the foundation.  In addition, I watched a TV series called (If life is just like seeing it for the first time).  The feeling of the Republic of China is in my heart.

    It took ten days to finish writing.  One chapter a day.  And when I wrote the eighth chapter, I didn't even know what the ending was?

    The original idea was to let the two of them fly away.  Then sadness came over me.  Tragedy was written by coincidence.

    The beginning is not well written.

    Because at that time the whole story structure had not yet come out.  It's all about feel.  Feelings are the most elusive.  affected by my emotions.

    After I finished writing, I read it from beginning to end.

    ? I feel good about myself, exceeding expectations.

    But because it is a short story.  CTR is currently low.

    Poor sleep quality.  prone to hallucinations.

    I want to break through myself again and again.  Great hardship must be paid.

    I don't have to be afraid of failing again and again.  I want to write something deep and spiritual.  You must really feel the colorfulness of life.

    I used to be cowardly.  Don't dare to write about socially sensitive topics.  I dare not let go of writing about love and sex.

    Admittedly not being a good writer.  I can't even be cruel to myself.

    My heart is erratic.

    The brain will come up with all kinds of ideas.  become fast.

    What was once thought to be good, now seems to be the most common and commonplace.

    All my time is devoted to books.

    Read and write books.

    This is a matter of my life, and I must persist in completing it.  Many people around me don't understand me and laugh at me.

    Once I told them that the resignation report will be handed in in May.

    "Why, quit your job and go home to write a novel?"

    I didn't answer.

    This tone makes me sad.

    Perhaps within five years, I have done nothing.

    Five years later, I was 33 years old.

    ? Saw more scenery, met more people, and broadened my horizons.

    No matter when, never forget the responsibility and responsibility.  This is where a person's pride lies.

    And the goal I set for myself is 30 years old.

    Therefore, for this goal, I have to work harder.

    Every step taken is not in vain.  It will bring me endless wealth in the days to come.

    I like being alone.

    I like the sense of vicissitudes that loneliness brings to me.

    Like to listen to the story of the cloud.

    Life is already so difficult

    Don't talk about some thingsThe sand is nostalgic for the arms of the wind

    The leaves shine on your tenderness

    Dusty winter

    A little bit of snow

    A foggy future

    season of sorrow

    start to miss

    miss

    missing

    The endless days

    There is sadness everywhere

    I have never been so emotional

    The parting has been staged

    I'm not used to being alone

    listen

    Years beat pale memory

    listen

    Plausible love

    I want to wander but don't know where to go.

    I don't know why I suddenly have the urge to stay.  My heart is not hard enough.  Often have this kind of thought.  A group of people who are familiar with each other need to be cultivated in a strange place for a year before they can form a group.

    What can I do?

    Useless is a scholar.  There is no power to restrain the chicken.

    Just think about it.

    Life still needs planning.

    All the efforts are only for the coming of 30 years old.

    30 years old.  come on.  be the better one.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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