Live in your own dream

I don’t remember when I planted the seeds of literature in my heart. I only remember that when I was very young, my second sister and I studied in the same school. However, as soon as I went to school, my elder sister was taken to his Township Middle School by my father to study. Seeing my sister sitting behind my father’s bicycle drifting away, my heart was unexpectedly filled with little disappointment. At that time, I am looking forward to my sister coming home. After a week, I went to the village to pick her up, and my sister always brought me some surprises, such as a story, a young literary book, a song she just knew to sing. Of course, I didn’t let my sister go. I asked her to tell me stories about what movies she watched in school and what interesting things happened in school. If it brought me a book named young literature and art, I would forget everything. At that time, it was my first time to get in touch with extracurricular books, and I felt very surprised: dodder could dance? Fructus xanthii talking? The beautiful little snowflake turned out to be a fairy? The unspeakable good feeling after reading the book can still be realized up to now. It was at that time that I began to fall in love with reading, but in the era of material poverty, extracurricular reading materials were very few, and a book named young literature and art was often broken by me, then I hope my sister or father can bring me a new one. In fact, at the beginning of school, I didn’t even know how to write pinyin. Others were writing it, and I was just there in a daze. At that time, my brain was dull and dull, but I didn’t know how long it took for me to get started with learning. Unexpectedly, I often got praise from my teacher. Since the second grade, one of my relatives has taught me Chinese. He cares about me very much and often asks me to teach students to read new words and texts on the blackboard, my Chinese scores were almost the best in my class every time, and I gradually fell in love with Chinese. At that time, there was no composition class in the class. I didn’t know the relationship between composition class and reading, and I wouldn’t use what I saw in my own composition. So I looked at the composition test paper of the fourth grade to the fifth grade, and only cried there. Now think about it, although my relative didn’t teach me to write a composition, it led me to fall in love with Chinese, so at every stage of learning Chinese, I was full of enthusiasm to learn, including the language structure and characters of each text, I studied them carefully. When I was in the fifth grade of primary school, my father took me to his school again. At that time, my sister had already been admitted to high school. I am very lucky. The head teacher and Chinese teacher who taught me the fifth grade are also my relatives and my cousin. Naturally, he also cares about me very much. In order to live up to his concern, I always study hard. At that time, I began to learn to write compositions slowly. My cousin corrected the composition for me. I felt that he was very careful. When he often criticized in person, he pointed out which sentence was not fluent and which word was wrong. My composition scores also gradually came up. At that time, the number of extra-curricular books I got in touch with gradually increased. Looking at the beautiful articles written by others, I was very envious. It seemed that at that time, I stood in the boiling campus, looking at the noisy students in the yard, thinking about a question: The writer is really good, I can publish the articles I wrote in the book, when, I also want to be a writer. At that time, I was very naive and funny, thinking that a writer was very easy to be a writer. As long as he wanted to write it, he would certainly be able to write it. I spent my wonderful primary school days and went to junior high school. The school has not changed, and it is still in this campus. At that time, teacher Wang Fuben taught me. He was a very serious person. My composition scores are good. He often circled my composition and drew out sentences that were well written. More often, he would copy my whole composition on the blackboard and explain it to his classmates. What I remember most clearly was that I wrote a composition written by Grandpa, in which I wrote a sentence that Grandpa said, “I am thinking that you should come back this week, The teacher said that the word was well used, and then told the whole class where it was good. At that time, what I expected most was the composition class. The mood after being praised and praised by the teacher was as sweet as honey. Under the teacher’s praise and encouragement, it is often the teacher who arranges a composition. I always write two or three essays, and the teacher will correct them one by one. Now think about it. At that time, the teacher’s task was very heavy. He needed to be criticized by others in his composition, and also pointed out the advantages and disadvantages. Therefore, I am still very grateful to teacher Wang in junior high school. It was he who kept my passion and hobby for literature, and gradually moved to the Palace of literature. At that time, I began to secretly write poems and novels without telling everyone. The first novel I wrote was a love story of being a soldier. I thought it was very beautiful at that time, and I didn’t show it to anyone. After finishing it, I appreciated myself there. I also wrote poems. Pages of poems appeared on my composition. When I was praised, my heart was proud and my vanity was also satisfied for a while. At that time, the most proud work I wrote was an article about students’ life, which imitated Liu Yuxi’s “humble room inscription”. Unfortunately, I didn’t know where I lost it for so many years. When I was in junior high school, what I was most willing to do was to hide in my father’s room to do newspaper clippings when I was not in class. Because my father was a leader, the unit set up a lot of newspapers, Wenbao, Volkswagen daily and so on, which would be sent to his room. I read them one by one. With good articles, I cut them off and stuck them on a special notebook. At that time, I spent all day studying and busy, I don’t know how many scrapbooks I have made. I think if I can keep it now, it should be a lot of wealth. My senior high school was in No. 2 Middle School. At that time, due to physical reasons, I always asked for leave, so my homework was delayed a lot, and I couldn’t keep up with math and physics gradually. Moreover, I preferred literature, so I chose liberal arts without hesitation. At that time, for the college entrance examination, all of us were desperate Saburo. How could we have spare time to read the extracurricular books we liked! In this way, dreams are deeply pressed in the bottom of my heart. I have never had time to think about this question. That year, I was admitted to Taian coal industry School. I felt very depressed because I didn’t realize my ideal. I began to take up the pen and write about my inner feelings, as well as some things I experienced personally. I also actively participated in the literature activities organized in the school. I remember that soon after I entered school, the school organized everyone to contribute. I wrote an article about military training, but I was selected by them, and I was also able to enter the literary society. I became a member of the literary society, and activities gradually increased. The number of students who like writing gradually increased. We wrote, chatted and went to the library together. We felt so beautiful and full in our hearts. At that time, I wrote all the large and small manuscripts in the class. I became more and more famous. I became a talented woman recognized in their eyes, but I felt that I was very few, it’s just that I can write some romantic words, which are not worth making a fuss, let alone mentioning. At that time, the most time I spent was taking a small notebook, going to the library, reading various magazines and famous works at home and abroad, and then extracting some useful things for myself. After breaking away from the bitter life in high school, the students became bold and more people fell in love with each other. I looked at them one by one, there is an impulse to write a youth novel. But, When I wrote more than 10,000 words, I couldn’t write any more. Because of laziness, and because of my limited writing ability indeed. However, I was not willing to throw away the more than 10,000 words I wrote. Although I moved six or seven times only, many letters and useful things were lost during the moving process, but only these ten thousand words, I protected it like a treasure, and didn’t throw it away as waste paper. Today, more than ten years later, I write a full-length novel and enrich it into my novel. It reminds me of my girlhood, those lost and abandoned things, and my unrealized dream. When the university was about to graduate, another large-scale essay-writing activity was held in the school, which was hosted by Qingdao. My work was selected. Later, the editor sent a letter and also sent a greeting card with the signatures of many editors. They said that I wrote very well and asked me to write another article and send it to them. Because I was busy with graduation, I didn’t reply to the editor or write an article. I became a teacher, but actually being a teacher was not my ideal. A person in a remote small town often hides himself in his own small room to read books and write articles after class. I wrote articles one after another, and threw them one after another, and the result was that all the mud bull entered the sea. Occasionally one or two editors will reply and point out my shortcomings. The happiest thing for me was that the article “Teacher’s Day lyric” I wrote was published in Yuncheng education, and the contribution fee was four yuan. My father took more than ten miles to retrieve it for me. Although there were only four pieces, I tasted the happiness of turning my works into typeface. Now I recall that kind of time, which is simple and full, full of passion and hope. I have classes during the day and read books I like at night. That kind of situation is so beautiful. I am a layman, it is inevitable to go the way everyone has to go, get married and have children. Then I am busy with trifles, housework and work. My life is not easy, it can also be said to be very tired, very tired. It seems that life is always against me. I treat my family with all my heart, but what I gain is harm. I was helpless, resentful and even desperate. It was literature that saved me in those painful and lonely days. When I suffered injustice, I looked for answers and ways of relief in the book. Reading has purified my soul and thoughts, making me find the reason and confidence to live in despair again and again. Although I seldom write more words, I still unconsciously accumulate my writing. In the office, in the principal’s office, newspapers abandoned by others are often my spiritual food. It is literature that makes me survive hard in the cracks, leaving me a beauty of the world. Even, the scenes that happened circled and circled in my mind, hoping that one day I could write them down. Ten years passed by in a hurry. I smelt the smell of words and unexpectedly met Sister LV because of an encounter. The heart-to-heart talk and communication again and again inspired my inner dream of writing. It was she that made me realize the beauty of words again and how strong my pursuit of words was. I finally calmed down and began to sort out my thoughts. The child fell asleep, I found a few pieces of rotten paper and began to try to write. On the first night, I wrote more than 1,000 words. In this way, I wrote it day by day, one chapter, two chapters, three chapters, oh my God! I wrote more than 50,000 words! Just writing like this is not a way, I should post it online. Therefore, during the Spring Festival in 2011, I lost articles wholeheartedly in front of the computer, and I didn’t feel tired, because I found a platform for myself on the Internet, the words written by a nobody can also be published, although it is far from the paper publication. However, I still have a passion and an expectation. I hope that the number of clicks will be more, and I hope that my words can be praised by everyone. Everything is difficult at the beginning, but once you start, it seems to be difficult to stop. Writing became my normal state. As long as my child slept, I sat in front of the computer and knocked. Every day, the child wakes up after typing more than 1,000 words. I took my children to play and conceived for the next chapter. I have not received any special writing training and education. So when I write articles, it is usually like acting in a movie, one story plot and one story plot. I write whatever I think of, no matter whether I have literary talent or not, no matter whether the structure is reasonable or not, those thoughts flowing in my heart unexpectedly made me not stop much. Every chapter I wrote was in a breath. The words accumulated in my heart for many years have been written out, which unexpectedly made me happy. I wrote more than 8000 words at most, which was already the limit for me. My body does not allow me to write more. Those online writers, Day of code on 10 thousands or 20 thousands-word, for me is just too hard to imagine. That’s me, adhere to the ten months, wrote 360,000 words of the novel “Angel of the war” I finally breathed a sigh of relief that others might write for fame and wealth. However, I just wanted to vent. After finishing writing, my heart became much relaxed and most of my illness got better. Although the novel is not well written, maybe it is just a running account, maybe it is naive to others, but after all, it is a transcendence for me. I have always thought that my heart has dried up because of the trifles and entanglement of life, and I can no longer write words. In fact, I was wrong. Whether this article is good or bad, I can keep writing it down, which has proved that I still have medicine to save in words. I reexamined myself, I also believe in myself again. In the future, this pen in hand cannot be lost. I know that I still lack basic skills and enthusiasm in writing long articles. No matter the examination, the conception, the structure or the literary talent, I will pay more attention to and learn from now on. But I couldn’t stop. I started to write short stories and tried to contribute. Unexpectedly, several articles were published. I have confidence again. I know that the road of literature is not that easy. However, literature can save people’s lives and make people live with goals and pursuits; It can also make people’s spiritual life more rich and colorful. After thinking it over, the dream of literature has never been far away from myself for so many years. I am very lucky that I have been living in my dream all the time. I hope that I can live in my dream forever in the future. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

The beauty of a little rain, the beauty of a happy heart

A summer rain without an appointment came in succession, bringing a little bit of coolness. It has never rained since the beginning of summer. In a word, it is the joy of a long drought and rain, and the pleasure of a timely rain. The drizzle began to dance like a flower. Close your eyes and let the rain kiss your skin. The wind wrapped in the cool rain, running into your heart, soaking in the floating dryness of your heart. A touch of shallow sadness was gently waked up, the wind blew, and the dark fragrance surged. The night is as quiet as water, and the mist is as light as mist. The quietness of the night, the warmth of the night and the emptiness of the night are all so hazy and beautiful. In the deep sky, soft clouds were swaying, and a breeze carrying the rain blew across the balcony, touching the soft heart lightly; occasionally, there are several blurred flashing lights falling down to the ground through the milky white curtains, scattering broken silver all over the ground. A cup of fragrant tea, a little light, a wisp of ink, soft and slender fingers flow with all kinds of feelings. Sitting in the twilight of time, let the wind of time roll up the sediment in the bottom of my heart. The mood is like smoke, permeating, floating in this dark night. Chewing the smell of the night, pushing away the palm, sadness fell into the palm, and rippling into the circle ripples along the clear lines of the palm. I always like such a rainy night, quietly depending on the window, enjoying the quiet silence of the pure heart, a trace of tenderness passing through my heart, a wisp of thoughts in the night. Under the night outside the window, thousands of lights were on fire, faintly, and the lights were sparse. I couldn’t help breathing the fresh air greedily, washing away the dirt of my heart. Warm feeling, peaceful heart and indifferent feelings lingered in my mind quietly and lightly. Life is not as good as the meaning of ten out of ten. Living in the noise, we are inevitably fettered by pain, misfortune, adversity, helplessness, annoyance and trouble. Most of the time, our mood is as turbid as the ups and downs of seawater. If we put the seemingly turbid seawater in a vessel without any external force shaking, gradually we will find that it will gradually clarify, precipitate and have distinct layers. Impressively, we understand the simplest and understandable truth. Isn’t this part of clarification the happiness, happiness and success we already have? This clarification accounts for 2/3 or 3/4 of our mood, while the sediment is the pain, helplessness, adversity and failure that bother us. Although it is only a small part, it controls our mood all the time. When we face pain and misfortune, we choose to face bravely and be strong. We believe that pain is only temporary, and we believe that there will be rainbows after rain. Take all of these as different gifts of life and God’s love. Knowing that life can’t be regarded as a real life without suffering or wind and rain, but only through hardship, only in this way can we truly experience happiness and joy of success. Just because we choose to be strong, our mood will be happy, we will feel that life is sunny, and the sediment will naturally not affect our mood. If, in the face of pain, frustration and adversity, we are hesitant, self-complaining, pessimistic and disappointed, then the sediment deposited under it will be stirred up and filled with the whole vessel, the originally clear 2/3, 3/4 will become turbid. Pain, misfortune and adversity are magnified infinitely by US intentionally or unintentionally, so that we completely occupy our mood, and we will not have happiness and happiness, and our mood will be enveloped by haze, losing confidence in life makes the future slim. A Song of soft music, a touch of mood, the wind in the eyebrows, how much sadness, how much entanglement, come and go in a hurry, look at the sky, the sky is high and the clouds are light, stretch out your hand to hold a wisp of soft wind, my mood is as clear as water. The past is gradually moving away from my memory, bit by bit, deep and shallow, turning into a clear fragrance of flowers at my fingertips, flying all over the sky and splashing the red dust, Summer Rain, intoxicating people, and the night is as cold, time flows long, looking lightly at the ups and downs in the deep heart. Night, very quiet. Wind, cold. Rain, very light. A wisp of gentle wind warms my heart. Holding the charm of a piece of rain, the beauty of a happy heart. Gently lift the corner of life, quietly dust the sadness. Shake up the boat named happiness and sail to the island named Happy mood Like (prose editor: Ke Er) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Frustrated, pick Yi

You said, there is a place called Rainbow Paradise. You want to share colorful happiness with her you love most hand in hand. In fact, there is a kind of stone called Sansheng stone. I want to embrace the stone with the one I love most, and make a lifelong promise to pick up the remaining memory suddenly, if you want to cry, you are forced to let the tears back. Your smile is the only thing left in that season, and those complicated thoughts are deleted from your mind, however, I still remember the rose every bit about you. Although I didn’t keep it, I heard its crying when it was ravaged, but I never came forward, until it was completely destroyed, I still went back foolishly. The snow had melted away, but there were traces left faintly. I didn’t know why I was unhappy. I could only recall your helpless smile, perhaps because of this naive girl, what makes you indifferent, unable to close your brows, puzzled all the time is that finally you resolutely choose to separate two places, so close but so far, even meeting each other becomes an extravagant demand, you can only cry silently in front of the night. When you meet each other occasionally, you will look nervously. It may be time or distance. In the cold autumn full of dead leaves on the ground, you turn around, it only left me with the figure of my back gradually moving away and the heartache like a knife cut. When I can no longer see it, tears will finally collapse. Maybe I am destined to be a passer-by, or I may finally become a stranger, because it seems to be inevitable to lose in the dark. If you want to pray for your happiness, an unknown liquid will always turn in your eyes unwillingly, the memory that cannot be touched reminds me from time to time that the past is like a continuous thread. In fact, we still cannot live without each other. The one in our hearts should no longer be replaced by anyone, but we just don’t want to say it out, in the end, the one who betrayed himself was still the waiting that he had been insisting on and the loss might be cherished more. Because I understand the sadness that you are not around, I will definitely hold on to getting it again. Don’t wait until you leave to call. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

There are people in your self-knowledge

Because I have seen some words in newspapers or books and periodicals, the kind-hearted people let me be a group of writers. In fact, when Mr. Chen Biqiu, a netizen from Wugang, interviewed me in the column of “talk about literature” that year, I said that I am could not be called a writer. At best, he was an old amateur literature enthusiast. After reading my one-on-one record, teacher Lu Zhiluo said in an email to his friends that I was low-key and worthy of praise. My friend transferred the email to me. After reading it, I felt very happy, but felt very ashamed, because I originally had no high-profile to sing and no capital to show off; if you won praise for not deliberately promoting yourself like the Wang Po who sold melons, you would feel guilty. I knew that I had a poor background and was not a student in a science class. I was just a high school student during the Cultural Revolution, which was just a negligible education background. As for my academic ability, I was even more ashamed to say that there was no chance to learn knowledge at that time! Just because of this, let alone having no attainments in writing, the basic job of seeking food was just a primary school teacher in shanjiao caolong. Only in this way, in the process of safeguarding my rights for my humble work “blood sacrifice Savage Mountain” the year before last, someone sent an email to the infringer, saying that I could not write such a good work (note by the author of this article). Luckily, I was a man with a bigger intestines. I never cared about the humble status. I was willing to be content with the status quo, and even disgusted with the shameful bloody competition in Vanity Fair. Because of the lack of ambition, my brother and I went to the junior college score line at the same time in the second year of the college entrance examination. He was admitted, but I failed for various reasons. I am not frustrated or decadent, and I sincerely celebrate for my brother. Until now, when talking about this matter, he has thanked me for my tolerance; Therefore, in the 1980 s and 1990 s, I successively took part in the in-service teacher recruitment examination of Hunan Normal University and the recruitment of reporters from Wugang newspaper office, they are all isolated from admission and employment by the score of second place in the written examination. However, I still feel good about myself, and I am even complacent that it proves my price on Earth. Fortunately, I am a little self-reliant, knowing that my knowledge is congenital deficiency, I am eager to learn. I am not a genius, and I am not qualified enough. I can’t read books like those talented and outstanding people, read them in a glance, read them in a good way, write and write, and write them in a flash. What I used was a stupid method. My little daughter-in-law was so big that she was willing to spend time reading and practicing writing. When teaching, in order to impart knowledge accurately and vividly, no matter in primary school or middle school, they usually force themselves to recite the texts first and recite them in front of the students when they read the texts. read a book a hundred times, its righteousness, plus before class find information carefully preparing lessons, jiang xi text when can do basic ripe, ease. In order to enhance my ability of teaching and writing, I also seldom dabbled in literary works at all times and in all countries, and recited many famous works. I spent a lot of energy on Chinese classical works, such as “ancient prose review”, “Chinese leaflet anthology” and most of the ancient prose selected into middle schools and universities. While reading, I wrote reading notes, with a little appreciation, it accumulated more than words, and later compiled a part of the book named “enjoying pearls”, which was published by Zhuhai Publishing House. Just because of this, after reading, I will teach, write, teach and then know the deficiency, write and then know the difficulty, and then read. In this way, It seems that there is a virtuous circle effect and teaching has made some progress. In the early 1980 s, when advocating knowledge had some substantial connotation, I was hired as a public teacher by private teachers earlier based on my achievements, he was promoted to a senior primary school, and was recommended by a leader of the education front. He was listed as the principal of primary and secondary schools in the township and had an official addiction. At the same time, writing also got some gains, and gradually some words became typed and published on newspapers and periodicals at all levels. The above words may have the suspicion of boasting. Please don’t be too busy to spit it on. Strictly speaking, it exposed my short board. Once others introduce themselves, it is often the trick of several works that have accumulated hundreds of millions of words. Only a new work is as long as more than words, and the awards of several items are extremely arrogant. In front of those high-yielding people, I often have the embarrassment of wearing a hat to cover my face and passing the downtown. Because I have written for nearly 40 years, only one hundred thousand words, and I dare not to be elegant consciously. Fortunately, I am a little introspective. Zeng Zi, an ancient sage, tried to follow my example and try to correct my weaknesses. He tried to save the gap between himself and others and try not to fall behind. If it is a little beneficial for me to gain a lot in writing, it is also inseparable from the constant participation of teachers. I take the teachers, elder brothers and friends around me as the benchmark, learn their ways of being human in the communication with them, and try to figure out their meaning of writing when reading their works. There is a difference between reading the things of your favorite teachers and friends and reading other words. Writing is like a man, and a man is like his writing. After knowing this man, he will have a sense of intimacy when reading his articles, just like spiritual communication; There is a sense of transparency, There is no mystery and it is quite malleable. Influenced by what I have heard and seen, I can appreciate the depth and magnificence of the connotation of Lu Zhiluo’s works, and the extension is the preciseness and exquiseness of language, which can be called a language master like Lao She and Ba Jin. I also appreciate the high-spirited atmosphere and elegance of Zhou Yidi’s old fellows for writing, and they are often very famous for the ingenious plot and ingenious layout in his works. While when reading Zeng Weihao, there is always a kind of hearty hearty feeling. The ethereal and mysterious atmosphere, the magnificent and strange picture, and the language style which moistens wisdom and aura are all inspiring. As for reading the works of my brother San Chang, I have a special feeling in my heart. The characters, plots and objects of prose description of the carrier novels that have been cut and refined one by one are unique and novel; at the same time, the image of the path leading to seclusion makes people laugh, there is a different shock of the soul; Delicate and old brushwork, humorous, funny and implicit language, all reflect the author’s profound knowledge and unique characteristics of machine interest. No wonder Mr. Zhang Jianan deserved to call him a genius when discussing writers in southwest Hunan. What’s more, teacher Tang Mojin’s rigorous and meticulous writing, accurate material selection and ingenious conception; Mr. Zhong Liancheng’s super high-yield, suspense story chain and all these, they are all delicious wines that can be learned from me and Wen friends. When I read them, I always have a sense of self-shame and an impulse to try hard to catch up. People have self-knowledge. Not only do they dare to dissect themselves, but they also know how to dissect themselves. They know that they have a few pounds and a few taels. They are not arrogant and generous. I also have experience in this aspect. After the success of safeguarding rights of my work “blood sacrifice Savage Mountain”, Guangzhou Huacheng Publishing House republished it last year, and after selling more than 6000 volumes according to the publishing contract, press 8% royalty paid thousand yuan royalties. A friend congratulated me, and said that in recent years, in addition to the publication and distribution of Zhong Liancheng’s books and the payment, a literary circle I am the second one, that’s all. I felt convicted, Disagree with him. I said, the publication of my book was just a special coincidence. It was a blessing in disguise. I had a small fortune and made a small fortune, but I couldn’t compete with this theory. Because of the system, publishing books is difficult to become a writer’s unspeakable pain. Many writers’ works are much better than mine. In terms of details, I also attach great importance to correcting from kindness. Last year, several articles I posted on Wugang people’s website were pointed out by netizens as flaws, improper wording and ambiguous semantics, punctuation improper etc. In order to take care of my face, several kind friends played a round match for me, which proved that my writing was not a mistake. In addition to the good intentions of my friends, I did not rely on the old to be embarrassed to fight with the netizens who pointed at defects, but warned myself to be cautious in the future while blaming myself. If a man can weigh his weight and overcome his weakness, he may win. I am willing to share this article with you. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. 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