Today, a friend asked me why many book reviews are either advertisements for other books, or that the author is not well written. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

I said, it's normal.

My friend is very strange, how is this still normal?

I said, if you read books a lot, and you follow them, you will understand how readers feel. From the opening of the pit to the end, it takes almost a year to chase a book! Put 100 books on the shelf, and no more than 10 books will be finished in the end. Hitting is kissing and scolding, and as long as you don't attack personally, there's no problem. Readers just feel and say their opinions, and people comment that they don't treat you as an outsider.

Friend smiled, you really think about it! Since it's not easy to write, why do you still write?

I said, I've been reading the Hokage for more than ten years, and I've been reading novels for more than ten years, and I want to write one myself. See how hard it is.

My friend asked again, how long do you think you can hold on?

I said, I remember when I was a child, every summer vacation, my mother would buy a flock of chickens for me to take care of, and I would also mow the grass for the cows with my brother, and when the chickens were taken care of, it was time for me to start school. At that time, I thought I could do whatever I wanted, as long as I didn't take care of the chickens. Now it's much more fun to read and write than to take care of chickens.

My friend said, brother, I support you, I hope you can remember today's words, and you can write this book down and write it well.

I said, "Okay, then I'll put that passage in the book as a testimony."

Please witness it too.

If you don't leave me, I'll never stop writing!

Thank you to the friends who have been supporting you since the opening of the book, and I hope that you will always have your company and support along the way!

Fist clench, thanks!

Finally, a song "Brother Hug" and a song "School Flower" were broadcast. I've been listening to it for a day today.

"Brother Hug"

Brother, you are thin and look tired

The wind and dust all the way can't cover the cheeks of the years

Brother, you've changed and become silent

Talk about the words that are in your heart

Brother, our youth grows in the bottom of our hearts

A flower that blooms after wind and rain

Brother, you won't fight after you say it

A fool who just wants to be in love, just wants to have a home in peace

Yes, we've all changed our reality

Don't say the words of those young people anymore

Brothers, we are all like pebbles rolling down the hillside

They all grinded out their fangs in the bump

Brother, hug me and tell me what is in your heart

Talk about your grievances and vicissitudes over the years

Brother hug it, and if you have tears, you can shed it

Drain the bitterness and bitterness buried deep over the years

Brother, you won't fight after you say it

A fool who just wants to be in love, just wants to have a home in peace

Yes, we've all changed our reality

Don't say the words of those young people anymore

Brothers, we are all like pebbles rolling down the hillside

They all grinded out their fangs in the bump

Brother, hug me and tell me what is in your heart

Talk about your grievances and vicissitudes over the years

Brother hug for the care of the years

For the raging waves that have rolled in the heart

The youthful years that have walked side by side for buddies

Brother, hug me and tell me what is in your heart

Talk about your grievances and vicissitudes over the years

Brother hug it, and if you have tears, you can shed it

Drain the bitterness and bitterness buried deep over the years

Let the deeply buried words soothe the long-lost tears

School Flower

It is said that she is a flower, and the flowers are not as good as her

It is said that she is a dream, and how many people have chased her

Ruthless watery years

Slowly drawing in the book

Ask the passing clouds

Is our school flower okay?

Playing the guitar wants to school flowers, and who will fall into the school flowers

It turns out that love is like a blackboard eraser

Playing the guitar wants to school flowers, and who will fall into the school flowers

It turns out that love is like a blackboard eraser

Ruthless watery years

Slowly drawing in the book

Ask the passing clouds

Is our school flower okay?

Whenever you see a scar on your body

I think of her beautiful

Just because she likes me

How many times have I been beaten by them

Playing the guitar wants to school flowers, and who will fall into the school flowers

It turns out that love is like a blackboard eraser