At the end of the year, I sighed that the years were in a hurry, there were six in the twenties, nothing was accomplished, the years were wasted, and my heart was miserable.

Writing a book for four years, two years can not peek into its mysteries, family disgust, not doing business, relatives and friends mock, whining and lamenting, my life is not lonely, God is not thin, two years of hard work, once soaring to the sky, day by day.

That year, the spring breeze was proud, and the people who laughed at the world ridiculed, everyone pointed their fingers, praised my talent, got carried away, and the horse lost its front hooves.

Once falling, fate twists and turns, the Internet ebb and flow, life ups and downs, until now, I have woken up to the fact that people have run to three, there is no house, no acre of land, no car, and one person.

Looking up at the starry sky, beating my chest, whining and mourning, there are thousands of mansions, there is no place for me to stand, sad and lamentable.

That year, the red face danced, but the money was scattered, the beauty did not know where, I was very tired, unable to fight again, returned to the hometown to farm, busy with melons and fruits in the field, the will was exhausted, the village wedding banquet, the banquet children actually laughed at my Jiang Lang talent, now there is no skill and no art, compared with it, it is not as good.

I was sad and angry in my heart, drank wine in a cup, got drunk, harvested in autumn and hidden, picked up the keyboard again, called friends, and fought again, but my old friends fled away, or got married, or changed careers, or became famous, looking around, alone.

My heart is firm, delusional to make the tide again, open a book, the beginning of the small school, I am very comforted, but the battlefield is broken, the heart is unwilling, the heart is comforted, this is the norm, painstaking study, do not tend to one place, or urban, or supernatural, or doomsday, or fantasy.

More than ten days, revision, revision, and finally see a clumsy work, which lasted half a month, and now has more than 70,000 words.

Compared with others, my books are unbearable, and my grades are average, so I am afraid that I will repeat the mistakes of the past.

In my heart, I was in a panic, and I took a special overnight break to inform everyone that others were on the shelves, selling miserably, crying, begging, and ugly, and I dared to speak out on the shelves today.

I know that my writing is rough, the story is not fine, only hard work, on the shelf, I will work hard to write, dare not slack off, the success or failure of a book, it is a matter of major events, you have mercy on me, he will repay every day.

I have no talent and no art, only I look quite beautiful, if I help me today, he can only spend a good night together in the future!

Writing so far, speechless choked, time has passed, in the past I sighed that I was beautiful, I must be able to eat with my face, until I am hungry, I wake up from a sweet dream, the first order of money, a few points, I hope you will not give up!

And so far: Salute!

Shanxi Wu Yanzu wrote on the second day of the first month of the Wuxu year, in the early morning.