I ended the book with an indescribable taste, when the autumn insects chirped outside the window, and this sound made the silence of the night even more apparent. Lighting a cigarette and clipped it to my finger, the smoke swirling around like my thoughts. At this time, the mood was a little excited, a little helpless, and more moved.

I am touched by my persistence and for those friends who have always supported me. Since I entered the school, I have not been a writer because my Chinese teacher has always urged me to read a diary and practice my writing skills, but I have always failed their expectations.

What impressed me the most was my junior high school teacher, who always gave my essay a unique grade for the whole class and failed. I don't think it's my fault, because I'm a more practical person. For example, when the teacher asked me to write an essay on a spring outing, I wrote, "The spring water on the mountain is so clear, I hold a handful in my mouth." Phew, it's not good at all. "The result is not good, is it not delicious, do you think you can rely on me for this?

By the time I got to high school, things were a little better, and it was finally time to pass. But I am still a pain in the teacher's heart, there are not many students who score in Chinese, and I have been met by them, which is a very fortunate thing.

After joining the work, I was busy with this and that all day long, and I felt that I had no chance to write in this life. I saw a lot of them on the Internet by chance, and I was immediately attracted to them, and it was ten years when I looked at it. The more I looked at it, the more impulsive I became, and finally I couldn't help but turn my thoughts into words. Excitedly, he told his teacher, and the teacher replied, "Stupid disciple, don't say that you are my disciple. "What a good teacher, I will remember you for the rest of my life.

I know that this work ends a little quickly, and there are many unsatisfactory points. But I really wrote it with my heart. Creation is lonely and hard, and I have experienced it. But at the same time, I am happy, watching my work go from thousands of words to millions of words, and this sense of accomplishment cannot be experienced by people who do not write. Not to mention that I have met so many good friends who have always supported me. Here I want to sincerely thank these friends, they are: Wushui Xiaoyu, Butterfly Xia, Su Yi Qingyan, Explosive Bear, Fat Tongue, Blood Painstaking Heart, Book Friend 150626, Poor Book Saint, Jin Shui Xian, Hedong County, Sanxiao Girl, Qin Mianmian, Er Dong Chen, Waterfront Liu Lang, Idle Nothing to See, fatrocky, Zhong Xiao, Drifting with the Wind 20, Doomsday Grass Man, Kulaia, etc., I'm really sorry not to list them all because there are too many friends.

In short, with the support and encouragement of so many friends, I have been able to persevere to this day, which can be regarded as an unqualified explanation to my friends.

Many people have asked me before, what is so hard to try. Yes, I've asked myself this question many times, and I'm really ashamed to have no name. Let's make a profit, to be honest, it's faster to do something than to make money here. So why do you still have to write it, ask yourself a little dream for yourself. People have to leave something behind in their lives, we are the most ordinary people, we can't do anything earth-shattering, and it's not bad to leave a few articles. At least when you're old enough to look at your own work, you'll say, "Oh, this is what I wrote." I've been to this world once, and I've left a text for people to read. Not bad, that's good. ”

All in all, my own motivation for why I wrote this essay can be summed up in eight words.

"Because I have a dream, I write."

Let's encourage my friends with these eight words.

This chapter does not count the word count and is free. (To be continued.) )