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I was even more confused and anxious because of my poor grades, feeling as if I had done something wrong, anxiously wanting to know the reason, asking a few friends who were pulled over by me to cheer around, wondering if there was any place where I didn't sit well enough. So I thought about writing more small stories like showing off my skills, and I directly borrowed the words in other people's nicknames without their consent to use them as supporting characters.

Hehe, it's funny, when I was alone before, I was very happy to write, and I came casually with my temperament. But once someone pays attention, they start to become a little less like themselves, and when other people's eyes leave, they start to get anxious. So I was a little at a loss, and my approach was a little reckless, here, Lao Li said sorry to those buddies, and took your nickname without consent, this practice is very bad, Lao Li apologizes.

can be regarded as knowing why those stars did whatever it took to become popular for the sake of fire. Even if Lao Li can't mention the achievements on the table at all, it also affects his heart and becomes a little different from himself.

Suddenly, I remembered that in the background of the author of Reading, I saw a suggestion for the author (as if the author's name is 314), and there was a mention in it, and I should remember the original intention of my writing.

The original intention.

Lao Li foraged in this steel forest, followed the flow of people, walked through the tin cans, and did a promising job. It seems to be good, far worse than those heavenly pride, but it's already good.

It's just that at night, when a person faces himself, he always feels that he is doing nothing and living a boring life. Sometimes, sitting on the bus, looking out the window at the tall buildings, watching the flow of people outside the window, I can't help but wonder what would happen to the crowd if suddenly a monster fell from the sky now? What will happen to the officials? What kind of drama will it be? I had a lot of fun thinking about it, but then I laughed at my own childishness.

Then one night, Lao Li had a dream, and he dreamed that a huge monster got up from the ground, and the torn earth formed its body piece by piece, roaring in the sky, and destroying a tall building with a wave of his hand.

When he woke up, Lao Li suddenly wanted to write a story. I really want to, I really want to tell a story that is just a fantasy, just a dream.

And then I started writing.

But today, when I was communicating with my friends and changing the previous article, I changed it, and suddenly I was a little confused, what are I doing now?

Hehe, what are you doing, adjust the article, adjust it to everyone's taste. It's just tweaking the article, just tweaking it a little. Nothing more. What about later? What about later? Will it become what you hate?

Well, it's quite possible.

Lao Li's knowledge and what he saw told Lao Li that the destruction of man began when he lowered his own requirements for the first time. If you compromise once, then the next one will become. Well, harmony. Thinking of this, I suddenly lost the interest in changing it.

I need to find my original intention, why write a novel?

Make hay? Lao Li's industry, which is still known as the IT industry of pigs in the limelight, should write some marketing articles and do self-media if you make money, although the means are a little bad, but it is still very profitable, as long as it fits the audience.

Why spend three hours every night writing this? If you think about it, it's just trying to tell a story. I want to tell others about my fantasies when I am usually in a daze, tell others about the roaring beast in my dreams, and tell others about the wonderful things that happened in another world.

After understanding the original intention of writing, the recent anxiety was solved.

Do book grades matter? It doesn't matter, and I don't live on this, at least not yet.

If no one looks at it, no one will look at it, Lao Li is not RMB, and he can't recognize people's love.

When writing a book, the most important thing is to write it yourself.

Some time ago, I was a little in the magic barrier. After breaking through these heart barriers, the whole person is relaxed.

Here's what to do after you leave the old age:

The results, that is, the voting collection and the like, will not be seen in the future. (So voting or something, everyone can just do what they want, anyway, I don't know)

Book reviews will be read, occasionally read, if there is anything you want to scold, you can scold directly, unless it is an advertisement, otherwise Lao Li will not delete any of them. The good scolding is still at the top, huh.

If you have any thoughts about the content of the book, you can share it in the book review area. Accept it with an open mind, choose (base) and choose (this) place (not) change. The supporting roles and scenes given by some friends before only keep the name, plot, and listen to the old ones.

Updated after that, one chapter a day. Lao Li has his own job, after all, people have to live to say dreams. If the project is tight and requires overtime, then there is a possibility of interrupting the change.

The only thing that can be guaranteed is that I will continue to write this story, even if I am the only one left to write and read alone, I will write it down and write it seriously. After all, it's my dream.

Some things would have been better if they had been figured out and explained earlier. will live more calmly and more easily. Confucius said it well, I examine my body three times a day, and if I find something wrong, I immediately adjust myself, so as not to wake up when I am terminally ill.

Well, that's all.

Writing, first of all, you have to be happy yourself, and others can be happy.

Anyway, Lao Li's hypocritical article is quite cool.

Here suddenly I remembered a poem, so I chanted, Gou. Oh no, yes:

The body is a Bodhi tree,

The heart is like a mirror;

Always wipe diligently,

Don't let it get dusty.

Bodhi is not the realm of us ordinary people, and this poem is enough.

Encourage it.