It was late at night, but I was in front of the computer....

Unknowingly, I have been mixed in this online literature industry for more than a year, and there have been no achievements or good results for more than a year. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info Some of my writers and friends in the same period in the past are similar to me, and some are already famous. But I'm still a salted fish, maybe I can't turn over in this life, right? There is an old saying, even if a salted fish turns over, it is still a salted fish.

Every writer's path to success is different, some are on fire, and some are known to everyone. But none of this can be achieved by empty words, but I wonder, where is my path?

I remember one day a writer of mine came to talk to me, showing off how many collections and how many subscriptions he had, and I silently watched him pretend. But he added in the end, "Your grades are so poor, and you are not too much of a prisoner?"

To be honest, I wanted to scold him, but I couldn't help it, laughed at it, and deleted him. Who told people to have the capital to laugh at themselves? But if the cold water is poured too much, the heart will naturally be cold, and the way I look at things will also change, maybe I am really just a salted fish who can't even turn over, right?

What's more, I mixed the starting point fantasy, and the fantasy really responded to the old saying: there are many deep kings, and there are big brothers everywhere. The water is not ordinarily deep! My stinky salted fish that has not yet turned over is buried deep in the mud, but who calls me a salted fish, some loaches have come out of the mud, and I am still buried in the mud, which is a kind of sadness, right?

The last book was a eunuch, and he became a eunuch without saying a word. Thinking back to myself, wouldn't it be a regret of this life if I didn't finish a book? So I opened another one, and if I, a salted fish, didn't die, this book would be finished.

The cowhide is not blown, the train is not pulled, so stay tuned.