I'm very sorry, but on the first day of March, I was going to announce the discontinuation of the change.

It's not illness, it's not Carvin, it's that I can't write it.

In the chapters that have been sent out in the past two weeks, I basically have to write more than 2,000 words for four or five hours, and yesterday's chapter was the most exaggerated, 2,800 words, and I wrote it for almost seven hours.

However, when I read it myself, I didn't have that sense of accomplishment of slow work and meticulous work, but rather: how did I write this kind of thing!

I had a story in my heart, and I thought it should be wonderful and touching, but I couldn't even move myself when I wrote it.

During the weekend cleaning, I found that there were almost 40 books that I had bought and not read, and many of them had not been opened. This should be the root cause.

For there is a source of living water.

But in the past year or so, I have been carrying out a kind of exhaustion-like output, completely giving up on self-supply and growth.

The specific performance is: after 300,000 words, I often feel that I am short of words; After 800,000 words, there is always a sense of déjà vu in the sentences written; In the past, I could write poems by myself, but now I have to search my stomach even to quote a sentence. What should be concise and concise can only be explained in hundreds of words......

I once watched an interview with a CCTV host, and she said that I often feel anxious, and I keep digging out things, feeling hollowed out. I couldn't understand it at the time, but I feel the same way now.

I am grateful to my readers for their continued support and tolerance. As a part-time party, my health is not very good, and my renewal is very unqualified. In a large number of online articles that maintain a stable double watch and explode more at every turn, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a scumbag. I know this very well, and often feel deeply sorry and stressed when I want to stop.

This is probably what people often call involuntarily. There are always reasons for this or that, which can make people forget their original intention and go on the way others expect.

But I know that if I continue to write this article in this state, I will not love it myself.

It's March, and the spring flowers are about to bloom, so I want to go out for a walk, read more books, and take care of my body.

I also hope that when conditions permit, everyone can put down their mobile phones, leave the computer, get close to nature, and release the fatigue of a winter.

When the stinging insects move and the migratory birds return, I hope that our dear ones can all be vigorous, live up to this spring, and strive to be bright.

When I find my form and come back, I don't think I'll let you down if you're still there.