When I first entered the starting point, I felt a lot. The vast sea of books, more than 900,000. Write two books today and settle in them. The results are mediocre, and I can see it. A signature is hard to think, and it is difficult to recommend it. Only yourself, alone. Insist on the must, and postpone in the past. Accumulated into a book, everyone watched. The four seas are the same family, and the name is not my wish. Just because of the pen name, the repetition is ugly. Life is long, and the road is murmuring. May my book friends come every day.