The full version of the title is: What I want to say to readers, it may be a bit much, I hope to read it, a little bit of my thoughts. Pen % fun % pavilion www.biquge.info (too many words to put down.) ）

Looking at the empty works, I always felt that I should write something, and I thought about it for a long time.

Several times I typed a lot of words, but I deleted them all. I originally wanted to say that everyone supported and voted more, but then I felt that it was not necessary. Needless to say, readers who like it will vote, and passers-by who are not interested are useless in appealing.

When I was very young, I thought about writing novels, because after reading Water Margin and the Three Kingdoms, I sighed and sighed for the fate of the characters in them, whether happy or sad. They stood right in front of me as if they were real people. At that time, I was in the fourth grade of elementary school, and I could write even words like a dog's crawl.

I took out a pen and paper to sketch the imaginary world, what kind of people there were, where they lived, and what happened to them. At that time, the Chinese composition was 300 words, and I wrote about 3,000 words, which took me a whole summer vacation. Then there was no more, saying that he was going to be promoted to the fifth grade, studying hard, and going to take the junior high school exam. But in fact I know, because I'm lazy and still love to play.

Writing is sometimes thankless, especially at that age. My favorite thing that summer was to tell my playmates the stories I had written, and they always said, "You're here to play, and who's going to listen to you." So my friends and I ran around in the open space, Hu Tianye. Childhood dreams are always easy to get lost to the play in front of you. It's like when we were kids, I used to say, I'm going to be a scientist, I'm going to be on the moon, I'm going to rule the whole world, with the absurdity of childlike words.

I went to junior high school and learned to be a good boy. But I like to read online articles, at that time online articles were just starting to become popular, and I still remember the first one, called the Legend of Little Soldiers. It was a very different world. Because my grandfather was a teacher, most of the books he gave me were non-fiction or historical themes, which were very decent. Of course, I have also been in contact with some others, my father is a fan of martial arts novels, and there is a big box at home that is used to put his martial arts novels (the first martial arts novel I read in elementary school was secretly stolen from there, it was Jin Yong's blue blood sword, and I have read so many types of novels today, and martial arts is still my original intention. But I haven't encountered such a worldview, so different. If you really want to talk about it, the writing of the legend of the little soldier is really average, especially at that time, I could be regarded as growing up watching various classics, but I was still deeply attracted, there was no special reason, I just liked it, I just thought it was good-looking.

Speaking of which, the first time I stayed up late in my life was to watch the legend of the little soldier, and I was afraid that my parents would find out, so I was covered in the quilt and played a flashlight, and I was so blinded that I couldn't breathe, and now I think about it...... What a time to look back on......

In junior high school, I met someone who was very important to me, and we have known each other for more than 10 years. He's also the reason why I'm starting to write online now.

He's a very strange person, just as weird as I am. It should be said that others have the same interests when they become friends, but we are like-minded.

What kind of self-study class sneaked out to play, ran to the computer room to play with the computer during the lunch break, and faced a beating in the back of the classroom (speaking of which, I'm still wondering, how we got together later, haha), and I had a second illness together (I told him not long ago, fortunately, the Internet was not popular when we were children, otherwise we would have been popular, and it was still Ye Liangchen's kind of fire method), and most importantly, we like to write novels the same, and he is the only person in the class who will show him the little stories I wrote.

We drew in circles on the paper together, and he sat behind me, and I always turned my head back during class to discuss the plot with him. I always covered our heads with the same paper, pretending that the teacher couldn't see it. By the way, at that time, we were in the third year of junior high school and were about to take the high school entrance examination, but we discussed together about going to the website to open an article.

Later, he opened the article, wrote his share, and finished. As for me......

It's been almost ten years, and I've written a topic plus an outline of a few thousand words.........

I almost forgot the plot I thought about before.,High school or college.,Occasionally write a little on a whim.,And then it's gone (lazy advanced cancer.,Manual goodbye)

But he still remembers it!!Every time, every time, for nearly ten years!I was cheeky for ten years (he was going to beat me)

Later, I said, I can't write about that subject now, or I should write a fantasy......

Thereupon...... The Evil Emperor was born.

Speaking of which, I originally just wanted to talk about my relationship with online texts, so I got to this point. But also, after all, it is related to the work, and it must be related to the work after all.

Let's talk about the relevance of this work.

Since I haven't written an essay for a long time, my current level is not even as good as that of junior high school, and I used to be praised by the Chinese teacher for writing essays. I chose science in high school, I studied engineering in college, what are the Fourier transforms, Laplace transforms, Maxwell's equations, sampling model debugging, writing an internship report in the summer, I wrote to the death, almost nodded my head against the south wall and hung the southeast branch, holding back an average of five words per hour. Once I met a beautiful girl, I told my classmates over and over again that the girl was so good-looking, so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful, there were only these two words.

That's pretty much the level of my writing before the Chinese New Year.

So in fact, I also know that I wrote the first few chapters of this article super invincible scum.,I can't bear to read the first draft a second time.,Sent it.,I don't know how many times I've revised it.,If you still feel scum.,I... Still... Yes... Change... Target......

Later, I found some feelings, but how can any reader read the text from the middle? I am still worried in my heart to this day, afraid of being disliked.

I don't ask for votes, I don't ask for collections, I hope that readers who have read this article can leave me a message, praise or criticism, tell me what you really think in your heart, I want to hear your evaluation, the only hope is this.