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my attitude towards literature

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    In the past few days, I have thought a lot.

    Regarding writing, what should I do.

    I have been writing on the website for more than two years and have found nothing.  The increasingly difficult life made me have a negative attitude towards literature.

    Why am I writing?

    The reason for insisting on writing?

    Can't hypocritically admit that we are bearish on fame and fortune.  More and more efforts make me confused about the future.

    So, I chose another way.  I try to contribute to the official account.  Hope there is a possibility for me to go out.  This is a good start.

    Thank you for your company over the past two years.  Let me change from a woman who knows nothing about the world to have the courage to face the ups and downs of the future.  I always wanted to leave an ending to my own story.

    I am not a woman who gives up easily.  I want to conform to the form.  It may be the easiest way for me to contribute to the official account.

    I have met many people who are climbing the bottom of words like me.  There are too many people who can write articles now.  This is our circle. I communicate with them, and I don't feel lonely.

    Perhaps, I will rarely write anything in Jinjiang Literature City in the future.  But when I miss you all, I will come back and leave a word.  This is my starting point.  An outlet for my emotions.

    People around me didn't know that I could write novels.  It is also because of these two days.  I posted a link to Moments of an article I haven't posted on Moments for two years, a little rusty, but of course very excited.

    I thought there would be a lot of likes.  Or at least care about it.

    a long time.  Nothing happened.

    I finally understand what I have lost in the two years since I left, can I cry?  Can you blame me willfully?

    The blank two years made me unable to go back to the past.  Friendship, affection.

    What is more sad.  And I still get nothing.

    The city at night fell into sadness.  I can't pick up a pen to write a word.

    Desperate.

    I was abandoned by words.  This is the most desperate answer.

    So, listening to the songs on the phone.  I feel lost.  What else can I get back along the way?  When I stop writing for the sake of writing, I lose my original self in exchange for money, fame and fortune start over.

    You will understand me, right?

    Much better than what I wrote.

    This is also the cruelest reality.  The cold moonlight does not illuminate the atrium, and countless lonely days make me braver because of your company.  Now, I want to fly to another place.  The road was equally rough and long.

    I also work hard where you can't see.

    In a city full of cars and people, I love you more than the most beautiful fireworks.

    My attitude towards literature has always been the same.

    Unswervingly walk the road to go.  Don't feel sorry for the tears left by each other.  That is the consolation of love.

    If I try many ways, I still get nothing.  Neither will I regret it.

    I have never regretted any decision I made.

    Hope that we will be stronger in the future.  Let's welcome a better future together.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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