On this crisp autumn and sunny day, I finally ushered in the end of my debut novel! Give yourself a round of applause!

From the time I made up my mind to write a novel, I never thought that I could hold on for such a long time, during which there was confusion about the world of online literature, incomprehension and disdain from others, admiration and encouragement from friends, and hardships in creation... It's all gone, but fortunately, I made it to the end and had my first work of my own.

What does writing fiction mean to me? When I talk about how I was paid, there were some sighs that were amplified infinitely many times in my mind, as disgusting as eating flies. If it's really about making money, for newcomers, writing a novel is the last choice.

When I entered a higher school, I gradually had more time and even free time, and I remembered a dream I had in those years of fighting for the college entrance examination. At the beginning, I just wanted to write a good novel, and I didn't think about making a name for myself or anything, but after gradually getting to know it, I knew more temptations from all directions, and there were wavering in the middle. In this world, only I can convince myself, and I am in a state of confusion and confusion, thinking back to my original intention, isn't it just to write this essay well? Song Dandan once said something that I remember very deeply, "... I just wanted a hug at first. Accidentally got an extra kiss. Then I want a bed, a suite, a marriage license. When I got divorced, I realized that I just wanted a hug. "Don't forget what you wanted in the first place, that hug is the source of warmth.

will be inseparable, this name many people say will be very tongue-twisting, very literary, I... That's it, my level of understanding is limited, and words can't be appreciated by both the elegant and the vulgar. I have been studying the Empress Dowager Xiao since January this year, her life is happy, with the love of her husband, the support of her father, and the care of her childhood sweetheart. Many people pay more attention to the romance of Xiao Sui and Han Derang, but I am loyal to the original match and loyal to pure love, and the whole article does not seem to have too many intrigues and intrigues, only faint feelings and faint admiration. I have said before, I feel more sorry for the male number two, they can't get the love of the heroine, but they have to watch their beloved and others all the time, in my article, at first I liked the male protagonist Ye Luxian, and later when Xiao Sui refused Han Derang and Han Derang went to propose to Li Zhi'an, I fell in love with the arrogant little Han classmate in a green shirt. In the ending, when Yelu Hugo was about to die of old age, I felt sorry for him inexplicably for the remembrance of his youth and his crush on Xiao Xuan.

Friends who have been with me for so long, Elsie sincerely thanks you.

Sister Mu Hong, companionship is the most affectionate confession, cough cough, it seems a little inappropriate, I hope you don't run too far on the way to tease 2!

Little Moon, Yin Yin, Yan Yan Yan is in full swing, Lu Ming is free, the day after tomorrow, Murong Siyu... Dear sisters, cheer up, I will come back to support you at any time!

There is also the initial opening of Brother Wan, Ai Yan's support, and the careful care of Little Zhihao, thank you!

I'm going to take a big break.,It's time to get busy with the exam.,Don't write an essay for the time being.,Cough.,But I already have a plan in my heart.,The next article is going to write about the modern era.,It's the feelings in the memory.,It's also a faint sadness.,Wait for me to come back!

Everything good and bad is coming to an end.

Remember Elsie: Even though she is single, she still believes in love. I like to interpret an unknown history with lingering love, and I am most fond of pure and warm love that has a beginning and an end. Love the history, love the original match, love innocence, love memories, love fantasies, love laughter.

The prosperous era has passed, and the faint ripples are worrying, who remembers that year, the peony flowers are exhausted, and the gentleman is not lovesick?

Sijun makes people old, and the years are too late.

Ash

2014.8.31