If my train of thought is broken, maybe I won't be able to write online articles at all.

The story in my heart can't be written at all, Su Yun should have grown up retrograde, the story of Xia Li and his sword, that sword is the butterfly.

The heroine is in the long river of fate, let the wind and rain blow, this leaf flat boat, there is Su Yun waiting.

Originally, there should be a little monk in the future, he doesn't practice Zen, but he is Zen himself, and he understands the meaning of happiness, and all this is gone.

The ancient rivers and lakes are magnificent, it is the turn of modern times, the rivers and lakes are still the same, but they are full of rotten taste, the hero, in the name of the country, the peace of the world as their own responsibility, and the warrior moves forward with his heart, after all, the world is not to admit defeat to control, this mountain and river drink blood, the sun and the moon swallow the soul, the name of the person comes from the parents, but the life of the person lies in the person, in the sky, what is the fairy world like.

Or that the fairy world does not exist at all, and the so-called nine heavens above the so-called eternal times is a lie, where is the gate of heaven? Why should it be opened, if it can really destroy the world, then the world will already be shattered, this is what I consider.

But a story, a novel, she is not a whim, it doesn't mean that hard work is enough, and it doesn't mean that I have to write a novel.

For so long, I have been constantly squeezing myself, in fact, I just don't admit defeat, as the so-called anyone with hands and feet, can support themselves with hard work, and they don't have to write novels.

But I'm not willing to give up, I've liked to give up since I was a child, forget it, it's okay, it doesn't matter, next time, I didn't expect it.

I've said this so many times that I've forgotten the meaning of persistence, and now I'm saying, forget it, the next book can be written.

This is my weakness, in fact, writing novels does not ask for how much money I can make, but I want a reward, which is the meaning of perseverance, squeezing myself, persevering to the end, and seeing what I am like.

Although it used to be a dick, it is now also a dick, and it is still a dick after insisting on changing, but there is also a difference between dick and dick, and the so-called garbage must be disposed of separately.

Born to be human, to walk upright, to think with one's head on one's head, to dispose of garbage, not to treat oneself as garbage.

Therefore, life is still meaningful, I once wrote in my diary that a person's life is not about how old he lives, but about how many bad things or good things he has done in his limited life that are worth remembering. If I give up easily, I'd rather die!

People are literary and artistic youths, and I am simply an angry youth.

That's what I think, what I want to write.

Full of opposites and to think about, I will find the meaning in the novel that I have been looking for so hard.

Moving forward in the wind and rain, I live and die, and I will never admit defeat.