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    All the things withdrawn from heaven in advance will have to be repaid sooner or later.

    I am good at writing tragedies.  But I am not a pessimist in life.  Instead, I am full of hope in life.

    Will I cry when I write those tragedies?  Occasionally, there is an uncomfortable feeling of being stuck in it and unable to extricate yourself.

    But mostly laugh it off.  Before each writing session, I listen to a lot of sad songs to cultivate sadness.

    Only sadness can provide me with a steady stream of creativity.

    Countless pictures emerged in my mind.

    I fell silent suddenly.  Then start writing.

    For three hours, stay motionless until the creation is completed.  Won't let anyone bother memy soul wanders in another world.

    ? Few people see the way I create.  Even the people I work with.

    Sometimes, when someone watches me play with my mobile phone, they come over curiously to watch.  I would immediately black out the screen of the phone.

    "What are you looking at, so serious?"

    "I'm playing a game." That's how I always explain it.

    They will not think that I am creating.  I also don't waste time explaining too much.

    Keep your original intention.

    remain silent.

    Be humble.

    Have nothing to do with the world.

    Someone once asked me, your novels are so well written and talented, your children will definitely inherit your characteristics in the future

    I smiled bitterly.

    "No I will never let him take the path of literature. Literature is fine for love, and you must not rely on it for food."

    Because I have a deep understanding of literature.

    it's painful.

    In order to create, I have almost no rest time.  When I think about it, I only have the most leisure time when I go to work. I don¡¯t need to think too much, just do my part well.

    Conceiving the plot for the novel takes up most of the time.

    When proper nouns appear, you need to search on Baidu, for fear of misunderstanding the nouns and writing wrong meanings.  That means making sure that what you write is not made up.

    When writing (Ten Years of Couples), I read a lot about the police station.

    When writing (Ching Ming Festival), read books about the Republic of China

    I think only writing can let me experience real happiness and sorrow.  But I never shed tears for the failure of the article, and I never cheered for the success of the article.

    But now, when I suddenly shed worthless tears for unrelated people or things, I have forgotten why I cried, and crying means that I can't stop.

    It's like turning on the switch of tears.

    It seems that the grievance accumulated in the heart is flowing away from the body.

    I have been under invisible pressure.

    I have always been optimistic, and I have also had a melancholy mentality.  Melancholy is a terrible bewilderment.  Inexplicably feel sad and absurd, think of parting and death, and even despair to the point of having nothing to love.

    I am afraid that one day I will not be able to write a word.

    Fear of being 30 years old and still having nothing.

    Fear of failing again and again.

    Fear of laziness and hypocrisy.

    Fear of crowds and excitement.

    Fear of summer, fear of loneliness, fear of darkness.  fear of parting

    Fear of misunderstanding

    Am I strong?

    No the fragile wind will fall.

    So even if I am lonely, I am rejecting the beautiful things in the outside world, not letting them affect my emotions.

    I don't have time to take care of these troubles.

    I have to keep running and moving forward.  Finally reach the ideal shore.  That's what I'm after.

    Some people appear in life to teach you to grow.

    Some people just let you learn to forget.

    I have forgotten a lot of people, and I have written a lot of people.

    During the five years of living in Shanghai, I also wrote many essays.  But the people who appear in my writing are basically forgotten unless I take out the article and read it again.

    Wuxi is my new starting point.

    It seems that the past has been deleted, and I start to record new feelings and new people.  And will these people be forgotten like I forgot the memory of Shanghai.

    My heart is cold enough.

    My dream is to be a writer, nothing else has anything to do with me.

    So from now on, don't let excess emotions spread in your heart.

    theSometimes, crying is not about the event itself.  Maybe it just evokes inner sadness.

    Just like inexplicable joy.  Seeing a sleeve with a hole in it can make you laugh all day long.

    Seeing a small act of kindness in others can make the world full of love.

    God is slowly making me pay back all the things I paid in advance.  Like the body.

    I don't know which day I will really fall down

    The pimples on the face that never disappear are all due to poor eating habits and work and rest habits.

    Smiling non-stop, but piled up with countless stories and tragedies.

    I am a tragedy myself.  As smart as I am, I can't rewrite the ending.  I try my best to break free from my ordinary fate, like a bird soaring, I want to fly to a wider sky regardless of the heavy rain.

    Want to embrace the rainbow.  I want to stand high above the clouds.

    I love it, I hate it.  It's all like a dream.  Even though the prosperity is gone and the Qingzhou platform is left alone, there is nowhere to hide due to the smoke of gunpowder.  Can only Qi Qiran, drunk and ran behind the crowd.

    Be a good spectator of life.

    Don't ask, you don't need to understand.  Pretending to be deaf and dumb, the clouds are calm and the wind is light.

    Don't let people's life become a joke in the eyes of others.

    So be it.

    My heart is as calm as a windowsill in June.

    Even though the frost and mist are hazy, there is a sunset glow.

    Listen to the sound of the wind passing through the treetops.

    Memory opens a new chapter.

    I am Yicheng.

    A sad note that lives in a poem.

    Can't sing beautiful songs.

    Can only silently accept the pain of loneliness.

    Lonely

    It will make me understand and clarify myself.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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