The author can write the characters as gods, but he is just a person who is crawling on the way of life after all...... We can always divide into many people in fiction, but in reality we never know what kind of person we are to others......

When it comes to writing, I like plagiarism...... But it's not the same plagiarism...... The joys and sorrows of plagiarism life...... Plagiarizing the beauty of life......

When night falls, the light and dark alternate, and the strange city that constitutes a strong contrast fills the hot summer air with a sultry smell that is disgusting, noisy but not warm, and noisy. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info walked through the crowd, more afraid than scared to be assimilated or lost by that breath. There is no coziness in a quiet place, only gloomy, and the dark tones are too cold.

Lift the pen, exactly, what else do you want to write......

Violent songs interrupted my thoughts, and I realized that I was separated from some wandering people, as if I was separated from the whole world.

"Looking back at the bleak place, returning, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine." Such a sentence suddenly came to my mind, a burst of sentimentality, and I passed by that group of confused people, and I couldn't find anyone who was as obsessed with dreams as I was, only to realize that I was such a strange person.

The songs that I never get tired of listening to, standing out from the pile of violent songs, are so familiar, and bring my memories back to ten years ago, or beyond......

This sense of contrast makes people's hearts feel a burst of vicissitudes, and the increasingly boring writing is difficult to outline as carefully as it was back then, and gradually can't keep any beauty, leaving it lonely in vain.

I don't want to be like that, I don't want to ......

I am a poor man, it is true that I have nothing, but I am still so persistent, I want to keep too much beauty, relying on the pen in my heart.

Because of the mountains, the water, the warmth and coldness of the people, the grass and the warbler flying, the red leaves all over the ground, the green poplar shade, the snowy night, the slanting sun......

When I think about those, I suddenly feel warm in my heart, if I can, I really want my stories to live up to those beautiful ones.

Do you know the story of the story? The evening breeze was blowing, I stood in the evening breeze and smiled indifferently, no matter what, I couldn't cry, I couldn't.

Some people spend their lives composing a ridiculous story, and in the end they can only know themselves sadly. Some stories are so monotonous, but they have poured out many people's lives, and finally left a microcosm of the years.

Don't laugh at the madness of this world, after all, you are not a reader of life.

We are all authors of life, dedicating our lives to writing our own stories, and the difference is that sometimes the ending is in our own hands, and sometimes it is not.

I always have a snowy dream in exhaustion, the mountain temple is empty, the river is an idiot fishing, the song echoes on the ice on the river, it is not the legend of this city, it turns into a star, small but very dazzling, I believe it has been living in the hearts of some people who do not forget it, shining with eternal light.

Perhaps in fact, I write for a ridiculous reason: there are my best dreams and hopes, and the most beautiful scenery that I have been touched in the past. This is only for confidants, and there is no need to care about the laughter of others.

The beauty of artistic conception is what I have been pursuing and want to grasp, I love viewing, love tranquility, many past scenes make me unforgettable, love and scenery brewing together in memories, is the reality I have always liked. So recently, I have been disgusted with some flashy things, and the idea that has not changed for many years is: to observe life, to write the truth, to write with heart, no matter how inconspicuous, it is also the scene in my own eyes.

After the balloon was blown up, it exploded as soon as it was pierced, and when I think about it, I realize how precious it was to those people who read my novels vigorously, gave me novel proposals, and believed in me vigorously.

I used to be a cynical child, and I couldn't get used to too many stains in the world, including the writing circle. Looking back now, all I have left is an indifferent smile. Life in the world, it is not easy, down-to-earth work hard for what you like, whether it is for fame or money, it is worthy of respect, after all, there is too much helplessness in this world, every grain of dust, are working hard and desperately to survive.

I used to only complain about the hustle and bustle of this world, but I still had an impetuous heart and couldn't be down-to-earth, until I was tired, and I ran to the other extreme.

I used to insist that readers must believe me, but I never believed that my novels would have readers.

Today, I choose to believe in others, in myself, and still talk about it with the desire to be believed by more people.

I believe that I believe in the vision of the masses, I believe that I work hard and write with my heart, improve my writing, write meaning, and the results will not fail me, I believe that I will continue to be crazy about writing, infatuated with writing, and one day more people will believe in me. I believe that with everyone's belief and support, I will continue to write "for many years".

We always naively think that some novels are too cruel, but we don't know that in fact, we think of the ideal situation too sweetly. We always fantasize that we have experienced death and life like in the novel, as long as there is a fairytale ending to erase the previous cruelty, even if we go back to the beginning and start over. As everyone knows, in reality, unconsciously taking a wrong step may cause irreparable sadness and despair. When you dream in escape and can go away in peace, the claws of nightmares never stop spreading. As you seek a modicum of comfort, it will plunge you into an abyss from which you will never recover, in the blink of an eye, years later, and in all these years, there have been too many passers-by, too many people and things that exist and those that no longer exist. ushered in a group of people, flowed away a group of people, and you accepted the right and wrong in unwillingness and grievance, only to find that you had matured unconsciously. This is the reality; This is life; This is the floating life.

So I wrote this novel, wanting to share this mood and this story in my heart with everyone, with joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows...... Maybe it will make people hurt, maybe it will also accompany you through sorrow, grow up in the mixture of joy and sorrow, which also contains my best wishes for every passer-by and friend.

There aren't many works published under this pseudonym, maybe it has something to do with my somewhat wild nature, and I want to experience various ways and ways of writing and publishing. Some articles are only left on the Internet, some articles are only written in books, left in real life, some articles hope that more people will come to see, whether acquaintances or raw people, some articles are only written to acquaintances, some articles are only written to people who have never met in real life on the Internet but are very close to people or various Internet readers, and some articles are only written to themselves, just to commemorate.

Either way, the writing will be endless, and I will continue to write under this pseudonym, and I will continue to write "non-stop" while growing with everyone...... Although there may not be many works written under this pen name, it is still dead and will not abandon the pit, even if there are few works, it will be complete, with a beginning and an end.

Some people say that a hot book that caters to a lot of readers in the market, even if it looks vulgar, must have its goodness, so it is also a good book, otherwise there will not be many readers, so I want to say, there are also many readers of yellow books, what do you think?

President Xi held a meeting and said that culture cannot become a slave of the market, and some people think that the market should be allowed to go with the flow, and the reputation is open, then I would like to remind why people can't be absolutely free without the shackles of the law, because in the final analysis, people are still animals, and they are not nobler than animals.

Remember the man Hoover in history class? What are the consequences of letting the market go unfair? People are not really noble and self-conscious, just like knowledge is very meaningful, but how many people love to learn? Some people still just want to eat, sleep, sleep, eat, eat and play, so people need to be disciplined wherever they go, and the literary market is the same, and the consequences of letting the market go can be imagined.

In my opinion, a hot book with a good market must be well written, this theory is a fallacy, there are too many reasons for a book, just like a yellow book, it is not advisable to look at the problem narrowly.

Of course, I am not Chairman Hongmao, and it is impossible for everyone to like it, and I write the same thing.

I pay more attention to the correct guidance of the three views in my works, no matter what I write, I must be responsible, and I will feel guilty for misleading readers, which is why I have checked the evidence, and I have added special explanations and emphasized some plots for fear of misleading readers, so that readers who have no patience to read down are not misled. Although I was tired, I wrote with a down-to-earth heart. It is true that a novel will inevitably have a lot of inappropriateness that is difficult to take into account, Xiaobai knows that there must be a lot of my works, but I will always work hard to write with my heart to find out the inappropriateness and revise it.

Using the psychology of the public readers to watch things only for entertainment, grasp the reader's sensibility, and use the pen to write things that deviate more from reason, using this method to let readers who don't study the plot deeply be misled into the correct three views, this style makes Xiaobai I really feel disgusting. It's like facing a high-sounding hypocrite, like ...... In front of him is a black paper, a person in order to set off its whiteness will paint another piece of paper even blacker, as disgusting, the reader who is in the mood to read it with entertainment is easily misled into thinking that the paper is white, no, in fact, it is still black, and it is not advisable to abandon the objective truth! If the first sheet is the reader's three views, then the second is the work of that kind of person.

Finally, I still want to say ......

Not every novel has a happy ending, but I always hope that every finale I write can give readers a gratifying explanation.

Even in the warm winter sun, it is not very cold......

Even if it's a fire on a winter night......