I have written stories for a long time one after another, whether it is something I have experienced before, and then I look back to taste it, or what I think about every day, whether it is a variety of nonsense stories, or dreams, in short, I am writing with good intentions, and I enjoy the process.

Occasionally, I have a feeling that I have to spend half an hour or even an hour sorting out the points I have written down in my daily life, about seven or eight hundred to one thousand and a half thousand or so texts, which only takes less than five minutes for those who read it, so I have to sigh: Fortunately, I like this kind of thing, otherwise how can I insist.

It may be said that many people read it and feel very bland, without any highlights, and do not help themselves in any way. But it doesn't matter, I didn't really want to bring anything to you, and that's probably my unique kind of venting.

Words are a kind of power, expounding our inner world, and the ultimate words, I think, should be very ordinary, but they are also the most powerful.

My words definitely didn't achieve that effect, they were stacked on top of each other, making people dizzy, like chicken ribs, tasteless to eat, and it was not a pity to abandon them.

Let's talk about today's topic, continuous output, sometimes after work, after taking the car home, it is already past nine o'clock, and my writing needs a relatively calm state, so it is usually after eleven o'clock in the evening, sometimes I feel very tired, a kind of physiological exhaustion.

If you write something for a long time, you will have a habit, and this habit will affect what you write next.

I was afraid to stick to one thing for a long time, and mechanically complete something that was listed as a task within the specified time, and I lost the feeling of doing such a thing in the first place.

Actually, I'm fine, because I use writing as a kind of spice to entangle the troubles, happiness, confusion and apprehension in life.

I'm glad that he was able to walk with me for so long without any hobbies, otherwise life would have been so lonely.

If I don't have to worry about food and clothing, I would be happy to see more of the world, see more people, walk more, and then write down the simple things I see, with my feelings, and leave a message and a trace here.

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