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    I seldom read what I wrote before.  When I finish writing a book or a novel, I forget about it the next day.  I seldom think of it later.  I won't waste my time delusional about the storyline.

    Very accidental.  Someone wrote a comment after what I called the worst novel I ever wrote (Summer Blown by the Wind).  This comment shows that the date is five months ago.

    "A serious person is always the most beautiful, come on."

    Who is he (she)?

    It must be someone who knows me.

    Existing beside me, watching every word I write down.  But I don't know who he (she) is?

    My condition started to get worse.  I fell into a deep sense of inferiority complex.  I don't know how much to look forward to in the future.

    I pinned my desire and dream on a character in my pen.  Like the arms of a butterfly, fragile yet strong.

    Text is my second life.

    The part that was missing when I was young, it is trying to fill in for me.

    Due to being busy, the plan to write this book was delayed.

    After writing (I would like to stay by your side) until now, I have been in a state of floating.  Feeling lost, I don't know where to end.

    When you are bored, you will just be in a daze quietly.  Looking at an object, staring at it for a long time.

    I am looking forward to December.  December is the day when the competition ends.  I don't know if I will win an award, and I don't know how long I can keep writing?

    I want to do many things.  I really want to write scripts and create lyrics.

    ? Want to delete social tools on the phone.  It won't make me pay attention to who will send me a message as soon as I turn on my phone.

    And the messy news attracted me to watch.

    Admit that you can't do without your phone.

    Zeng naively thought if he won this competition, how would he reward himself?

    Is it a 30-year-old gift for yourself?

    Every day is repeating yesterday's life.  There's not much I can say about a hard life.

    ? Even if work and dreams cannot compete.  I can always find the light in the small gaps.

    At three o'clock in the morning, in the starry sky at four o'clock, in the silent night, in the extremely noisy day, my eyes are so painful that I can't open them, and my fingers are sore and numb.  Still trying to piece together the dream.

    Living more and more alone has made my character more and more withdrawn.

    Lost the ability to socialize normally.

    I am very short-sighted and can't see many things clearly.  Thinking that those invisible things are pure and flawless, as if there is the most beautiful waiting in memory.

    I hate going to strange places, it will make me feel overwhelmed.  Especially where there are many people.

    I don't wait too long for someone, unless I have a book in my hand while waiting.

    I like to plan everything I do.  But often plans fail to keep up with changes.

    Don't know what to do to please people.  Sometimes I long for someone to listen to me, and sometimes I just hope that someone can stand quietly by my side and accompany me in a daze.

    After 30 years old is really old.  Do you still have the courage to chase your dreams?

    I've been watching (You Who Came from the Stars) recently, and I've watched it three times.

    Going to work, leaving get off work, listening to music, and writing constitute the cycle of my life.  After staying in one place for a long time, there will be a feeling of inseparability.

    In addition to being used for creation, my hands also need to bear the burden of life.

    "A serious person is always the most beautiful"

    I am no longer guessing who he (she) is.

    I chase the heights of life, the colors of the rainbow, even if no one understands me.  I still stick to my old self.  I never deliberately disguise myself for anyone, dress up myself.  I'm just a person who writes.

    A person who simply writes.

    The plot of each story is inspired by the inner pursuit of beauty, another expectation for love and family affection.

    I love writing.  Although it's not perfect.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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