Living in a lonely hut, writing down the sorrow of my life

Thank you for your support for "When I Hate to See You for the First Time", I hope to see your messages, your messages are my motivation to move forward, and I hope you can give me motivation.

I hope you will support Yunmeng's previous masterpiece "Love Falls in the World and Hates Shallowly"

Shallow love is regret, and selfless love is fulfillment.

She is a fairy who fell into the world, but she only has a lifespan of thirty-five years, she is unique, but she has congenital defects. Love is her only belief, family affection is her harbor, and friendship is her reliance. Soon after she was born, her mother abandoned her and her father, and then eloped away with other men, but she received the selfless maternal love of her stepmother. Twenty years later, her reunion with her mother and half-sister was a new sorrow and hatred. She only feels guilty in the face of the person she loves and doesn't love, she still feels guilty in the face of the man she loves and loves herself, the grievances of the previous generation are involved in each other, and the unintentional betrayal of her lover makes her finally fall in love and sink into the lake, and the cold moon buries the soul of the flower, and in the end it is just a flower in the moon mirror in the water

This is a good film comparable to "Dream of Red Mansions", and I use Zhao Yuruo to interpret my pathos

I am a disabled girl who loves to write, and I live in a lonely hut every day, letting my thoughts flow in sad and long words, shedding a few bitter tears, and writing down the sadness of my recent life.

Pathos is the theme of my life, and perhaps it has been destined for the pathos of my life since birth

The mutilated body blocked the way forward, making it difficult for me to walk on the thorny road

After leaving the campus, I lived at home, every day with the text as a companion, I put all my efforts into writing, I think that the writing does not have to be worse than others, maybe because of their own tradition, after all, can not please the current young readers, each of my children is very difficult to write, but after all, it is not affirmed, to see the bleak clicks and few collections and messages, the heart is very cold, I want to cry,

It's another season when the flowers bloom and fall, but my dream is out of reach, I'm really tired, I want to give up, but if I give up my dream, I have nothing left, I want to cry, but I want to cry without tears, I'm very tired, but I can't stop, because stopping will be more boring, more self-pity

I am not a person with low self-esteem, but the cruel reality makes the seeds of inferiority in my heart quietly sprout, and then grow little by little

The road is so long, and my heart is so tired

Author's digression: Ask for votes, ask for collections, ask for support, and hope to support "Love Falls in the World and Hates Shallow" and "Hate When I First See You When You Are Not Married"