One day in May, I was walking on an unfamiliar street.
The crowd around me passed by indifferently.
Tried to sign a contract with the website, but the result was not satisfactory.
(I would like to stay by your side) was shot by the editor on the grounds that the writing was not exciting enough.
I walked in a distraught state.
My heart was filled with apprehension.
I hesitated and wandered, should I finish writing that novel? Even if it is written, it still cannot escape the failure.
But it has been written for so long, and so much energy has been invested, it is a bit unwilling to give up halfway.
Sore arms, calloused fingers.
Unknown flowers bloom delicately by the roadside.
The fragrance of food wafts from a distance.
Traffic flow, sea of ??people.
? Surging and surging.
But I feel deeply hungry and lonely. The helplessness of being pulled from the world.
give up.
do not give up.
give up.
do not give up
Every time you take a step, repeat these words.
The road is not long.
It didn't take long to come to an end.
It's two o'clock in the afternoon.
Dense branches block the harsh sunlight.
Didn't even comb her hair. casually draped over the shoulders. Anyway, the passers-by on the road don't know mewhy care about my image?
? Walking in a loop for countless times.
Finally got out of that haze.
Looking at the blue sky. White clouds float high in the sky like cotton candy.
I asked myself, is fame and fortune more important, or insisting on writing my own things is more important
So, I am not entangled.
I decided to finish writing that novel.
Yes.
Although it has put on the coat of failure. Since I endow it with life, I should make its life come to an end.
Nine p.m.
An editor of an official account asked me if I could publish one of my novels (Love Forever) on his official account.
When I saw the message, it was already two o'clock in the morning the next day.
I reply, yes.
It is an encouragement to be appreciated.
Many days have passed. no respond.
Like a farce.
This farce unintentionally gave me hope at a time when I thought there was no hope for literature.
Let me grit my teeth and move on.
Many temptations will be rejected on the way forward.
Only by resisting those temptations can I be reborn.
Since I was 20 years old, I have understood.
Facing a long life, I have only two choices.
One, devote time to maintaining youthful beauty.
2. Invest time in improving inner self-cultivation.
Without a doubt, I chose the latter.
When others buy beautiful clothes and cosmetics, I use the money to buy my favorite books.
Until now, I have not worn high heels.
At the age when acne was growing wildly, I once bought a set of cosmetics. As a result, it was thrown in an inconspicuous corner after using it less than twice. until it expires.
In the world of words, do whatever you want.
I have found another kind of happiness.
I use another way to solve those consummations that cannot be obtained in reality.
The text takes me to fly, to explore the unknown journey.
I have cried and laughed. struggled.
Only the residual consciousness remained in my mind.
As long as you don't die.
Always have the pursuit of words.
I am not afraid of failure. Do not believe in tears.
Only embrace that unspeakable longing in the dead of night.