My encounter with words happened in high school (17 years old), that ignorant era, I didn't have a good time, it was a black time for me, I felt lonely, no one understood, no one needed, the only thing I like to do is at night, turn on the small table lamp with an incandescent bulb, with the yellowish light, pick up the pen in my hand, write down the mood at that time in the notebook, words have become the only way for me to vent my feelings, and I never get tired of it, and countless late nights like that, It gave me a subtle emotion for the night. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Time flies, I graduated from college, entered the society, and worked from 9 to 5, I almost forgot the feeling at that time, and wasted my time until May of this year, when I felt that I should not waste any more time and wanted to make some achievements, at least to give myself a goal to strive for, I started writing a novel ("Triple Wedding"), during which I wrote more than 10,000 words intermittently.

Suddenly, one day in August, I opened the writer's page and found the light novel essay contest, because I like to read comics and anime on weekdays, so I decided to suspend the old work and throw myself into the arms of light novels.

From the end of August to the present, the period is still intermittent, and it was not until I received the signing station a few days ago that I had the idea of taking root here.

Since then, I joined the author group and paid attention to the starting point sticker, because I am a newcomer, I have no experience, no manuscript, no detailed outline, so I am busy with the details of the outline, thinking about the text description, and querying the necessary information every day.

This feeling is so familiar to me, it makes me wonder how to write, and it gives me the joy of embodying what I want in my head, and I suddenly feel that this is the life I want, and I enjoy the joy of being accompanied by words.

My first novel (The Corridor of Memory) may not have been perfect, but trust me, as a newcomer I did my best, and in the future, I will try to make it as close as possible.

Me and I may not be perfect novels, waiting for you quietly here, how about you?